Yeeeeaaah, look up in the sky

It's not a bird, it's not a plane

It's one of them little Batman symbol things

Except it's got a lizard in it

Chamillitary, let's get it, ye-yeah!



Top down, money up, gotta stay on the grind (grind)

Top down, money up, gotta stay on the grind (grind)

Top down, money up, gotta stay on the grind (grind)

Gotta stay on the grind homie, gotta stay on the grind homie (for real)

Top down, money up, gotta stay on the grind (grind)

Top down, money up, gotta stay on the grind (grind)

Top down, money up, gotta stay on the grind (grind)

Gotta stay on the grind (grind), gotta go and get mine homie



I move from lobby to lobby and the shottie ridin beside me

I bet that shottie go lollipop if you tryin to rob me

No, that's probably a hottie, she tuggin on me like a dolly

Black Magic on my tires, while she Mr. Miyagi the body - wax on, wax off

I'm a player, don't play so play up above me

All this vegetation I'm makin, I bet ya say that you're hungry

Jenny Craig for my bread, my wallet lookin so pudgy

Got that cake, got that cream, the fat one say that she love me

I'ma put the city on my back, I mean put it right back on my back

And it still say R.I.P. to that Pimp C on back of that 'Llac

And I keep these broads goin crazy, talk so much smack on my tracks

Because I'm a mack/Mac like your laptop so tell 'em that on iChat

Uh, you should mind your bidness here, you should mind your bidness dear

All this money I'ma get this year, that mean your money gon' disappear

Ain't no women strippin here, ain't no women strippin here?

Wait till they see my whip appear, that's what I call whip appeal

It's the Barack O-baller, I know she tryna holler

Roll her number on a dollar but I really just want the dollar

I hope it's not your daughter, cause I'm probably not gon' call her

Universal Republic, yeah I'm the shot that's in your revolver

Yeah I'm reloading homie, the pistol holder's on me

And you know I'm talkin to you know who cause you know you're phoney

It's lonely at the top but I like ridin solo

Shake off complainers and tell 'em that you won't be rollin no mo'

Some want some in the ruler and his first statement said "You suck"

Musical chairs, see the chopper, gon' beat a goose, you duck

Texas used to be screwed up but you ain't us, you can't fool us

Got a problem with Koopa? When, where, how, who, what?

He said he hate my confidence and how I wreck the beat

Talkin down in front of me, I hope you got some special teeth

I got my hand on the trigger, the fakeness about rest in peace

Actin just like my publicist, I think I'm bout to press release

The mover, you the shaker, I'm the realest, you the faker

Chamillinators, fact then I'm back to rebuking haters

I promise I pull the baddest broad in stew to bake her

I'm true to paper and pretty ones always glued to paper

Nah I ain't got to love her, Texas I got ya covered

They tryna be all on the D so I'm bout to pull out the rubbers

Got a ghetto chick that I know that'll sock a soccer mother

And after that probably go to her house and sock her mother

I showed the underground how to attract the dollars bills

But I got some haters in the city that want me to keep it real

Sayin that the kid went commercial to get a deal

You a clown, need to go do commercials for happy meals

They ain't heard my voice in a minute so the ladies say they been gettin restless

Dallas, Fort Worth, San Antonio, Killeen, Austin and Tyler Texas

Like Biggie said "Rub on your breasts", remove your clothes, you don't need your dresses

A lotta people say they the best but their words are not impressive

Lames know that I burn money, I'ma show you how to melt a stack

First I'ma go hit the bank, then hit Harlem Nights after that

They know I've been on the grind in every city that's on the map

Looked down at the welcome mat and noticed it said "Welcome back"



Ho, all this applause for me? I appreciate it, thank you, thank you

I don't need no birthday cake though, I got enough cake

I'm on you boy, yeah, you know what it is, Koopa