In ones and zeros Downtown was the perfect place to hide The first star that I saw last night Was a headlight of a man-made sky But man-made never made
Yo, why y'all had to bring this up man? I mean it ain?t like I forgot but It?s like I wouldn't thinkin? about it man But now that you wanna talk about
a dollar bill You know the deal, it's all about a dollar bill You know fo'reals, the only way that I can chill Uh, n****z won't understand 'til they man
smoking Like 'Ocean's Twelve' when I'm postin' smell My zip lock when the red line open Fat girls like, "Yo that's my hero" Enough of them to pull a Five-Five-Zero
wristband Slap you and your bitch, man Lookin' in your lobby, call me stick-man When it's goin' down, call me quicksand Zero to sixty in a second, pack
hands Flame the fuses, like a piss, off you go I'm nice battin', I practice when the park is closed I'm that man who squats out of jeeps and vans Jump
My man Keith Murray, is down wit' us My nigga Erick Sermon, is down wit' us My man Lil' Jamal, is down wit' us My Def Squad click, is down wit' us The
you still in my yard [Chorus] [Big Gipp] Quarter Quarters Nickels Dollars Dimes everytime boy butterfly my 84', fly first class boy dipping through the hood candy coated paint boy triple zero
Yo, Short man I was with this chick the other night She was like hey Diddy, umm, Diddy Why you so motherfuckin' fly? I had to tell her bitch, I'm just
pull it Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-zero-oh-
And if he sweet with them big ones, I'm lucky tonight And if he packin' like he yappin', I'm doin' him right Yo, yo, yo, yo Yo, when your man ain't fuckin
Ha ha, the remix (5 on it) We creepin' in too, baby We got five on that thing, man We got, uh, Dru Down We got the Luniz (Shock G) Yeah, Richie Rich,
feelin' me For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools B Pockets empty, pitchin' five, man I'm dusted Took off my hat, passed it around, man