(feat. Lil' Ron)



[talking]

Yeah fa sho (whoa), it's Lil' Rizzie Rizzie Ron

(you ain't know) I'ma let my hair blizzie blizzie blow

(blizzie blizzie blow) nigga, uh yeah uh, what



[Hook]

I let my drop top down, to let my hair blow

No time for playing around, I gotta have dough

I love green, boss paper and leaves

Addicted to making g's, my nigga that's just me



[Lil' Ron]

It's sunny outside, pull a drop out on Sunday

My car model chrome, while it's going down the one way

You push them Hundai's, but I'm in a old school classic

And when I cruise the city, dog I hold up the traffic

Now there you have it, I build my status

When you start choking that blunt, please pass it

Hundreds I'm flashing, so you can know that I'm not broke

You maybe got a little change, but I got a lot mo'

And I'm dressed in Gucci, plus I'm rocking ice

And what I paid for my chain, I could of bought your life

I keep my shit tight, best believe I'm on no

And that drank, got a nigga moving in slow mo'

I might approach your gal, and make her drop her panties

When I get through, I'm on the first flight to Miami

I know you can't stand me, but I don't give a damn

And I always remember, Lil' Ron is who the fuck I am



[Hook x2]



[Lil' Ron]

It's all gravy baby, in a gray Mercedes

Hollin' at your lady, trust me I do that daily

See I'm keeping it gangsta, and I'm quick to shank you

Plus the Franklin's in my pockets, got my shorts to my ankles

No thank you, cause Lil' Ron don't deal with marks

I'd rather chill up in my mansion, and get endo sparked

I press a button and start, the 6-4 Cheve

My tires mad at my rims, they say they too heavy

I'm bout my feddy, please recognize and realize

I'm 5'2, but my main bitch, 6'5

With green eyes, and some thick yellow thighs

And everywhere she go, you know she gotta stay fly

But me dog, I'm a fool with it

You get a check for two hundred, and you cool with it

See I need five digits, I'm addicted to g's

Love that green paper, and them sticky green leaves

Know what I mean



[Hook x2]



[Verse 3]

Now I might hit the park, rolling in a Benzo

Can't see me cause I'm in a solo

Lil' Ron blowing hydro endo smoke

Pockets sitting fatter than fat Albert, cause we gotta have it

Hey Hey Hey, Hey Hey nigga we bout it

Bout making money, bout flipping honeys

Bout making sure, or life grow something

See the girls in the club, make 'em twerk something

Still a thug with em, I'ma have to hurt something



[talking]

Ha ha (huh), that's how we do it

We laying all you fake bustas down

Feel me, feel me