like my swag say i be stuntin but why yo bitch talkin bout my money (bitch please) spendin about a hundred i mean hundred stacks blow a half a mil and
a bitch ain't one Now once upon a time not too long ago A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe This is not a hoe in the sense of havin a pussy But
- I seen you in outer space like a shuttle Ha ha; one mil', two mil', three, fo' mil' Stayin hungry like I missed the past fo' meals Half a mil' still tell a
s been there had me written ryhme for free ain't trying to give a nigga no roy-yal-tee make a mil off my shit and give me a few g'z since way back when
I like the deuce of diamonds cutting spades on a glass table Half a mil on my left ankle Terry cloth Guess shorts robes is comfortable Bring me a nice
dub, three thugs sittin' on duece dueces Hennessy and gin, need some orange and apple juices barbaques and half-ounce, bounce wit the music Wide-identical
it Then I tell her to kiss it Come on CHORUS Ey yo your girl around me thats like sand to a beach Or a gram to a K Or a branch to a tree Your money
!" Caught Juvenile for his Cash Money piece Told him I want it all he said, "Even my gold teeth?" I caught Blackstreet on a back street in a black jeep One at a
niggas hate me, but I still got it like that A brand new 'Vette, I'm a ladies man Plus my Bretlin cost me 80 grand Ay, money ain't a thang, you know where
Juvenile for his Cash Money piece Told him I want it all he said, "Even my gold teeth?" I caught Blackstreet on a back street in a black jeep One at a