[Mr. 3-2] 

We having it, flossing on Madison feeling great 

Everyday in the mall, we ball and parlay 

Sipping drank blowing hay, doja in my ashtray 

Keeping my composure, but I would never ever stay 

I cried lied, just to get money 

Walking round like a zombie, messing up like a dummy 

The man took it all from me, cause I wasn't showing love 

Now I ride down on dubs, and get Chinese back rubs 

In the club I mix and mingle, with niggaz ladies and hoes 

Bidness before pleasure, real playas get chose 

Neck chest and wrist froze, but what do it all mean 

The cash the cream, staying focused with ghetto dreams 

Making green ice and platinum, fill the invisible set 

Diamonds I'm shining steady grinding, is you feeling me yet 

Trillion cut, ear rings that bling 

All up in ya face, cause she's a mazarelli rule everything 



[Hook x2] 

I done been to hell and back, but now my life on track 

The root of all evil, I gotta have that 

Sitting on stacks, counting mazarelli cheese 

The money the feddy the paper, having it like a disease 



[Mr. 3-2] 

Now money plus attitude, equals boss hogging 

Real gon be real, and the fake keep falling 

No stalling big balling, U-Hauling work 

In a disguise Cadillac, Fleetwood with the skirts 

Pig on my head, and a cowboy hat 

Waiting at the police, touching down on where the cash at 

Gotta have that playboy, every nickel and dime 

I'm still struggling and hustling out here like you, trying to get mine 

On my own time, looking to see a better tomorr-a 

Boss of all bosses, I don't take I give orders 

Assets with your broads, and my vocab pay the rent 

Never forget the times, when my pockets was stuffed with lint 

Heaven sent Mr. 3-2, I've been through it 

Put it down it go down, but stay true to it 

Life the game, it's a whole lot of pressure 

Be smart, cause the dramas of the world will test ya 



[Hook x2] 



[Mr. 3-2] 

I got the game checkmate, building clientele state to state 

Moving legal weight, like cd's and tapes 

Better repeats our pocket, it profit all day 

Promoting and politicing, shows up the highway 

Don't play with my, big face dollar signs 

Scratching and biting to get it, and grind 

It all come in time busting a mind, how it use to be 

Now-a-days I got a lil' some'ing, better to see 

And look forward to, cause ain't nothing promised 

But death and the Penitentiary, that could find us 

Graduated with honors, or didn't graduate at all 

I know how to go get it, so I know how to ball 

Never fall or U-Haul, more work than 18 wheelers 

And gotta be strapped, cause the jealous wanna kill us 

Fill us with lies, rumors and allegations 

Cause boys and broads in the streets, these days be hating 



[Hook x2]