(feat. 504 Boyz)


[Chorus:]

What's up playa? You looking slick with that 

Hundred G chain with the bracelet to match 

Check this out here whodi lay on the ground 

For I show your clown ass how the hot boys sound 

They going click click blow, blow click click blow, 

Click click blow, blow click click blow 

Click click blow, blow click click blow 

Click click blow, blow that's my style 


[Verse 1:]

Popping wit terror take it straight to guns 

Or we could keep it corporate give up your block and run 

Too much paper here to try and count my ones 

Over here cross me our hollow wall is young 

For our haters on the streets tryin to measure my blow 

If you've seen the new whip know they add nine 0's 

Now I'm up to 2 bricks, a seventy two 0's 

If you counting by the whips than it's eight different flows 

I'm heavy luva, with the diamonds and broads 

Too heavy luva, with the cocaine and cars 

And what I hop in, it's my option 

To shift the mash quit tryin to get in the dash 


[Chorus:]

What's up playa? You looking slick with that 

Hundred G chain with the bracelet to match 

Check this out here whodi lay on the ground 

For I show your clown ass how the hot boys sound 

They going click click blow, blow click click blow, 

Click click blow, blow click click blow 

Click click blow, blow click click blow 

Click click blow, blow that's my style 


[Verse 2:]

Now if it's on with the bricks and the bag BABY 

You come short, I'm a bust your head BABY 

They name a dope man whodi 

Yeah that's me, I'm out that 5-0-4 plus that C-P-3 

Give me an ounce and I'ma flip it to a brick figga 

You got my scratch, if you snitching you a trick figga 

Hit the pen, you probably gonna be a misfigga 

So here's a glock for your chest I mean your tits trigga 


Imagine, all the bricks in the projects smeared with cocaine 

I be the richest young soldier in this rap game 

All my money come in armor trucks 

More cars, more houses, more freaks to pluck 

You wasn't work, when I was local playa 

I'm worldwide, you haters can't take it you petrified 

Then let me lose after I reveal thuggin with p 

It's no limit till I die y'all can't get with me 


[Chorus:]

What's up playa? You looking slick with that 

Hundred G chain with the bracelet to match 

Check this out here whodi lay on the ground 

For I show your clown ass how the hot boys sound 

They going click click blow, blow click click blow, 

Click click blow, blow click click blow 

Click click blow, blow click click blow 

Click click blow, blow that's my style 


[Verse 3:]

I don't like violence but ha that's no shy logic 

Don't like material stuff either, but sho got a lot of it 

Just to make money off tha street na, I make it off the beat 

Walk my rott off the leash right off the beach 

Talking shit I'ma big spinner so I don't really talk to much 

Got guns, really big ones, think rap softens us up 

See I love my fans but I don't love them haters 

I don't really like the fame much dog 

But I show love to paper uh-huh 

I want something bigger cause I love the dough 

Niggas talk shit, Shaq's out 

Leave them looking like Mugsy Bogues 

Zoom Zoom, 1100's I still ride it slow 

Not the type that's gonna floss 

But I ain't gonna hide it though 

Learn the game from my big brother 

C-E-O now, Made Man, Shocker well..C-E-O sounds 

We the type dog, go to sleep, wake up and ball 

You know what's up what us 

Now what's up with y'all, uh-ha 


[Chorus:]

What's up playa? You looking slick with that 

Hundred G chain with the bracelet to match 

Check this out here whodi lay on the ground 

For I show your clown ass how the hot boys sound 

They going click click blow, blow click click blow, 

Click click blow, blow click click blow 

Click click blow, blow click click blow 

Click click blow, blow that's my style