I'm in my 7 deuce kelis with the slappin' bat
With the slappin' bat, with the slappin' bat
I got that rag top Impala with the French blue back
With the French blue pack, with that French blue
I got that rag top Impala with the French blue back
Could you loan me a dollar? Bitch, I can't do that
Got a flight in an hour, got my bags all packed
Bring it in for the huddle a hundred and 50 bags pow
Want me to take ya to the club and throw it on the ground?
Instead I can't get by, fin this make you double girl
I'm back up in this, you pussy niggas in trouble now
Shake, what you gon shake the city? Clearly you are from outta town
I made my scraper catch your paper on the turf
Stackin' yaper like a Laker, hit exactly where it hurts
Better put that shit in reverse, you might cross over the ledge
The king of the castle swingin' screamin' "off with they heads! "
Round up and raggel your ratchets
Mad cause they given aside shit
Fuck it, we keep it, we mack it
Don't 'em nigga, wut's happenin'?
What is it? Let's get 'em cracking
Millions and millions reactin'
Focused, no longer distracted
Put it down, let's see you mack shit
I'm a rich ass nigga (you's a bitch ass nigga)
I'm a rich ass nigga (you's a bitch ass nigga)
I'm a rich ass nigga (you's a bitch ass nigga)
I'm a rich ass nigga (you's a bitch ass nigga)
Stacking money to the ceiling, getting paid all day
All day all day all day all day...
If you ain't tryna get it, better get up out the word
Out the word out the word out the word out the word...
They gonna walk and they sleep and drash
Now the reefer's on fire, let the motherfucker burn
The farm once you came here when it was my turn
Everybody up in here spazzin'
Prouder than a hippie, fuckin' hella pussy
Everybody tipsy, feelin' hyper tripy
