Shit, we tryin' to get it all together

And spend a lil chaddar and fly in any weather nigga

And homie you get the money and the power

Then them hoes come and holla and fly in any weather pimpin'





I see you haters, hatin' on the way a nigga think

But I'm laughing, laughing all the way to the bank

And I, I kinda act like my shit don't stink

On a toilet with the burner taped under the sink

Like a Russian I'll rullet the bullet

Yea straight to ya head give a nigga a mullet

I'm a Cash Money brother a lover of money

Yea the tummy is showin' but the hunger is growin'

What part cha' don't understand

What you ain't know I'm like Kobe

You niggaz can't check me go head Bowens

And I never left the team cause I'm catchin' every pass

Stunna McNabb yeah he like go head Owens yea

Bet I'd put a nigga on his ass

Squlou and Big Whop make show he don't last

And young Wayne do song about the story

With Birdman singin' on the chorus, nigga









Look, a ticket here and a ticket there

And I'm the first out the hood to get rich nigga still here

Its big paper in the prime of my life my nigga

We take it off ya' shoulder broad daylight my nigga

It's Stunna Island biggest baler in the city

The Range Rover rally strip on them 26's

Gucci down when the Birdman in ya' town

We blow out the pound rollin' through Uptown

Canary yellow Cash Money iced out piece

Like father, like son we beasts on these streets

Well let me bring you back to 1993

Where I met four lil niggaz in the 3

We got big, we grinded in them city streets

And three left and they all tryin' na beef me

There's one Birdman and one J.R

We neighborhood superstars fuck y'all









Murcing every murderer

In the garden I'm burstin' hittin' serpents up

And in the Carter we still workin' with that work for ya'

I'm the God and the turban fits perfect, word

Puffing' on that precious piff purple herb swerve

Dang, -is on the curve

The fed's walkin' so I'm talking with slurge

And we never sell a bird to a mockingbird

We find out where you stay and we mark your turf

Lace ya' house with a bomb make you walk in first

Oh, and ya' is sharp with hers

She cook a nigga steaks and cool-aid for thirst, yeah

See we murderers but do it like gangsta

We really never show it but everybody know it

And Slim askin' me to focus on the flow

While I'm tryin' to have coke for the low on the low, man