Let's change it up man... let's do some soul shit 



It's like Cadillac grills, black shit kills 

Matter fact, niggas wit backpacks feel this 

Even though I'ma still talk about grills and millions nigga 

Fine bitches come, fine bitches go 

All they want is a piece of the bank roll 

Diamonds from they neck to they ankles 

But I tell hoes 

Oh my, this nigga flows retarded 

Y'all niggas trash, y'all niggas ain't artists 

"Sanford and Son", all I see is garbage 

When I see y'all niggas 

Is that that ice? Niggas get icey 

Check that price tag, shit looks pricey 

Shouldn't blow all my dough on the ice see 

But it goes good with my white tee and my Ice Cream's 

Might seem that my shit bangs mo' 

It's hot, spit with the octane flow 

Time is money and time ain't slow 

Gotta go hold some of that Lebron James gold 



[Hook:] 

Ya got niggas out here, and they so gone 

Ladies out here, and they so gone 

Listen to the song, feel free to sing along, everybody [x2] 



I'm sayin make this money, take this money 

Delt with if u try ta take it from me 

Left Timb bloody, ain't no runnin' 

Ain't no money, ski mask comin' 

Hardcore with it, yeah Black did it 

If G once did, then Black'll hit it 

Now Black giving, off ta my mans and them 

Y'all done wit her, send her off then 

Plus mad dough is a must and 

Your girl was lusting, for me 

Her double D cups and 

Show when her nips is bulging 

And I know for sho' its not that cold in here 

Know this, I gotta show kids, my flows ferocious 

Make sure you know this shit 

Go together like afros and picks 

New song, sing along with it 



[Hook x2]