[Verse 1:]

I'm outta this world here comes the future I send my goons to shoot ya

While I'm two seatin' Porsche coupin' still ballin' like I'm loopin'

The traveller the globe trotter there goes ya girl I got here

She want me to swing down and let here ride but I told her I'll holla

She put the cash in my passenger seat, I had the bank in

Ten thousand, nothin' but Ben Franklins

I'm still browsin' big rims through the ghetto housin'

I'm givin' money to the kids and call it hood allowance

And I don't feel right unless I'm countin'

Big face green paper while ya cheques is bouncin'

And these kicks ain't right unless they thirty-two ounces

The people callin' me the king they all beggin' to crown him

I'm on the run gettin' chased by the bounty they all tryna surround me

But I escaped and shaked a case in they county

Plus my enemies was tryna down me, it was a wild night

I had to paint 'em the same color as my brake lights



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We love countin' money we earn

We got money to burn

The gun'll leave you in the dirt wid the worms

Now ya carried by six and ya whole family's sick

Throwin roaches on the coffin as you sink in the earth

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[Verse 2:]

She told me that she haven't gave head in years

Fed-X Fifty States was an amazin' kid

Had sex in the red Lex blowin' my wig

I'm at the light, rims shine bright so they bite

It's buck fifty I hold the key to ya city

Ya mayor's paid off and ya block is mine

Ya coke won't move cause ya work's paralyzed

Stepped on to many times and ya coppin' it skyhigh

I'm flossin', ya chick need to tick wid me

Sent a message to the bar she wanna sex wid me

But it ain't my fault ya goodies I bagged 'em

I move swift on a bad bitch I'm more like a magnet

I pimped 'em, put 'em on the track and all

Internet escort dog I cyber ball

It's Fed-X Fifty States and you can get it for sure

In the pen or even clapped in court motherfucka



[HOOK x2]



[Verse 3:]

In eighty-five all I remember was cash and cars

They used to call my pops Chief and my unc's was a star

A little kid my age said he needed a job

So I put him on the roof and told him look for the cops

Richmond Steelers, this is the blues my god

Killers born everyday alotta soldiers done died

They used to get they shoe shined by grey head old time

Who used to talk about the streets but never fucked wid the crime

Yeh they cameras on me the pictures they takin' 'um

The first time I shipped a kick I had funny feelin'

They watchin', I check my watch so I could clock 'em

I'm movin' fast paced but I be damned if I catch a case

So many races out there workin' for me

This is business on top of business in my hood I'm known as Lil D

I got them pretty feet under the couper

Still movin' through the streets tryna fill my looter



[HOOK x2]