of my foreign car by R & R I stick my feet out, you know the bapes that's made of eel You know the new checks with nigo face right on the heel I was a marching band
Woke up, got my K Soulja Boy tell'Em, full gas no brakes I'm headed to the money, ain't shit funny smoking chronic, I gotta roll hard like my first name
hustler, go down on your decimal, make me a customer. SOD machine dont need no cash register, all the money added up, pass me the duffle, bag full of grands, couple bands
deck (wit my yums on) Cashin dem $100,000 checks wit my yums on (yup) Wit my yums on (yup) Wit my yums on (yup) Gucci bandana go great (wit my yums on
Hello, Mr. Fussy Hello, Mrs. Nice You ever shared a bathtub Full of beer and ice? I know you want to I know you can Put down your children And free up
Taped to his chest there's the answer, You got pen knives and jack knives and Switchblades preferred, switchblades preferred Then he cries, then he screams, saying Life is full
Smokey bar Mediocre band playin' Old familiar songs Hit after hit Neon lights Cuttin' through the smoke A new Minnesota fats Is chalkin' up his stick
pistachio nuts You lift the band-aid, you see RED in the cut Any bitch in my whip, she came here to FUCK Dog, it's no love when I enter the club It's like, blade, blood out you're sprinklers I broke loose, full
, we do it for fun (Nelly, Diddy, Murphy Lee, this is history, baby) Bend them trucks, we do it for fun Stack them bucks, we do it for fun (Come on now) And the band
now Why don't you come ride with me? First name Nelly, last name Nel, first letter C, last letter L Six hundred fly by, what the hell? V 12 full detail
Make a brother feel like I'm down at the disco And we gonna keep it going like Crisco 'Cuz the DJ grab the record by the fist full By the crate full
you ain't got Not one damn thing for a nigga to ride to But I been gettin' funky since I was in high school Growin' up in that Bootsy's rubber band
turn one to two now my kilo's got a sibling father knows best, watch my hands are forgiven we kicking up dust like the colosseum floors walls full of
know I got Bun B In my front seat and we got these (Poppers on the Chrome) One time for ya boy Pimp C (Pocket full of stones) Yeah, I gotta pocket full
" I said, "I'll give it a try" Then my mind went dark We both forgot where your car was parked Let's just take the train I'll meet up with the band in
microphone are lethal One thought in my cerebral is deeper then a Jeep full of people MC's are feeble, I came to cause some pandemonium Battle a band
and 'round 'Round and 'round and 'round it goes Where it stops nobody knows Every time you call my name I heat up like a burnin' flame Burnin' flame full
