(feat. Dre)



[Hook: Dre]

I got my locs on, even when it's dark I ain't playing

Sitting on a hundred spokes, from all this money I be making

That's what's up, (that's what's up-that's what's up-that's what's up)

That's what's up, (that's what's up-that's what's up-that's what's up)

So much ice on my wrist, but my necklace stay stunning

Don't talk to me nigga, if it ain't about money

That's what's up, (that's what's up-that's what's up-that's what's up)

That's what's up, (that's what's up-that's what's up-that's what's up)



[Big Tuck:]

Fresh off the lot, the Bentley Azur

Blue and yellow's on the piece, look like they going to war

My shoe game real, it's like I'm skating the floor

The chicks adore, the house built on the shore

Big Tuck in the building, the chillest nigga in town

When it come to my paper, ain't no kidding around

DSR is the click, we holding it down

You were stunting in that Benz, till I pulled the Phantom around

Spent a grip on the necklace, won't speak on the teeth

But the top banana, bottom blueberry and peach

So many stones in the mouth, it impaired my speech

Shining so hard, I'm not allowed on the beach

26 oor 28's, the only way that I skate

Ride heavy in the game, I got the Cheve in shape

The man with the cheddar, dividing the cake

Take a plane to Aruba, and go surf in the lake



[Hook]



[Big Tuck:]

A lot of y'all don't know me, but a lot of you do

Bought a plane from Diddy, and sprayed it cancun blue

The car you driving, I bought six for the crew

Check the seven point one, I got the signature too

I feel it ain't right, to be rich like this

Got a pond in the kitchen, with the tropical fish

VVS on the chest, leave a marvelous gliss

The '76 Chavelle, with the Lambo kit

Bought some land in Miami, without touching the stash

The glare from the watch, will cause a pilot to crash

The paint job sick, I got it wet as a bath

Get a whiff of this starter dro, puff it and pass

Got my locs on pimping, if it's sunny and not

Turning corners in a Phantom, Hugh Hef' ain't got

The Big T you see paid, I'm way too hot

If you ain't talking bout money, what you talking about



[Hook]



[Big Tuck:]

I got my locs on, and I'm shined up

G4 plane, better go on get your grind up

Fall to club, Lamborginis all lined up

In a world of our own, lil' mama don't mind us

It's me the hook, the cross the jab

Big Tuck's the chemist, and the booth's the lab

Pimping the mic, it's the gift of gab

I'm the man of the hour, I got loot to grab



[Hook]