[chorus: Grey Goose/Pebbles]

[Grey Goose]

From rags to riches,

Me and my niggas

Is crunchin' mad digits

Cashin' in mad figgas

[Pebbles]

From rags to riches,

Me and my bitches

Is crunchin' mad digits

Cashin' in mad figgas



[verse one: Grey Goose]

PCQ up in this bitch, whut, don't git it twist-ud

Young black and gift-ud, pimped up, this shit's nuts

Cut like nip/tuck, up in the strip club

Ready to get my dick sucked, where them bitch-us? (uh)

They like what we pourin', don't like us we poor 'n'

Limo big enough to make sure they all fit in

They all git in, look at dem windows, they all tinted

Fools, what goes on inside is off limits

Use your imagination, like when you masturbatin'

So much fish muthafuckas call me the master bait 'n'

That's why you basterds hatin', wanksters and fakes

Use their asses as ash trays for chattin' with jakes

A classic case a snitches, rats and snake niggas

Get me a case of liquor so we can celebrate niggas

Who think we playin' games, last mistake your ass 'll make, niggas

From rags to riches, i'm crunchin' mad digits (eight figgas)



[chorus x 2]



[verse two: Pebbles]

I don't just crunch numbers, I crush numbers

Records sales, gold and plat, I hush suckers

See men like cum dumpsters, git it, see-men

Git my pussy eat-en in the bm, double during weekends

We can be fuck buddies but we can't be friends

Take it or leave it, even my daddy knows I'm a heathen

So don't be mad when it ain't your name I'm screamin'

In the seat, a black stallion got me heavily breathin'

High on the dick he feedin' me, ready to please 'm

Gift wrap myself like it was the season, rap's the reason

I be livin' how I'm livin', spittin' what I'm spittin'

Got bichin' niggas shittin' bricks, their misses trippin'

Cuz I be spendin' chips likes Misses Russel Simmons

Knockin' busters foreheads till my knuckles in 'm

They ain't got dat hustler in 'm, bust their chin in

The game ain't finished, but we pretty much winnin'(Sing it!)



[chorus x 3]