got sore Kicked around some stories bout the night before Possed to the corner where the fly girls chill Through action at some freaks until one bitch got ill She started
friends he had Superfly drobe, super dope pad Cars for your ass and I'm talkin' 'bout class Benz's and better with his name on the dash One night he got drunk and started
dresser I slapped a clip in my nine, threw a clip in my sock Hit three grand up off the dresser, it was ten on the dot Now my beeper started beepin',
the Christmas gifts Rushing for the mall, don't trip, you know I drive crazy The streets lit up, it feel like Christmas officially Told her that, "You the star
that smith & wesson on them damn it i came i cop ?see a lot six shot body rock and they drop burning hot bleed nigger bleed till you start feeling cold
far lane, im running this sh-t - hundred yard gain uhhh, swag on infinity im killing em, see the white flag from the enemy shoot you in the head and leave your dash
't pushin' no wheels like these My nigga, please, you ain't holdin' no tecks like these My nigga, please, you don't pop open vests like these Nigga please, you ain't start
for that) Brown paper bag Brown paper bag (Thank God for that) Brown paper bag Just pulled over in my CM 5 Big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide
money, hard knock Bentley frame, drop top 50 G's, the bottles pop Iced out, so we chill Tunin' up every automobile Tatted up, life of a G Counting stacks and five star
m old and Falling Deep down, onward and From the pilot to the golden sky From the dash
I remove the roof as if it?s a toupe To shed light on the jewels, viewed in blu-ray High definition I get cash Two-twenty on the dash and a self start
this party started, watch how we can do it I can get this party started, watch how we can do it I can get this party started, watch how we can do it I can get this party started
Prowler Gucci full length leather Bourbons cooler, Coogi sweater Twenty inches pop my feather The Birdman daddy, I fly in any weather Alligator seats with the head in the inside Swine on the dash
come and see me, take a crash course You wanna count my money? Go to college, need a math course On a mad dash for 100 milli runnin' Breakneck speed
Joe)] I ain't gotta lie, so don't even trip, I'm super-duper fly, you know that I'm the shit, 220 on the dash, that .40 on my hip, Throw up a bunch of
thought that he had me caught Little Layzie blew his head off get him up, and get up The bullets they start to get lit up Number one best start duckin
the studio thugsta Buck 'em, buck 'em, motherfuck 'em Thug never done bluff and fuck them bustas So back up off me, no stack won't let me slip When a nigga start