to all you rappers out there
broke willies with no money
can't forget all our thugs that's locked in chains
we ain't have shit growin' up
my wife trippin' my whole clique got shit to whip it
your whole world is ice rippin
rolly with the inscription
watch a rich nigga clickin'
from new york to l.a. same shit
when i walk my chains swing
i drew swing hevily ill from beverly hills
damn son it better be real
eaten meals of beverly pills
now watch how the bubbly spills
i grew up in the pj's and wore the same gear for 3 days
sit to get a blunk out i wanna blew a mill in the month
i'm not worried bout no price
i wear the same clothes twice!
stones heavy on the scales themselves
we old g's always o.t.-in on a low-key
spit more game than goldie
a sucker for a pretty face
who's benz i hit two twins in a blue ventz
and we're in destroy deals
cause white-collar crimes equal dolla' dolla' sign!
yo we went from rags to riches and get pitches
rap niggas flippin more then halfs
straight on the boulevard
lookin for somethin to get my hands in
a strippers dancin in the mansion
fake cokies stepped on twice
put your money on the street niggas under the light
and hold your money tight
even rich nigga ass better so trife
we'll gamble mo off yo life
shit is all sunny when he pulled up in a 4-20
we throw these cats on the sideline
cause they every day clownin
we play around with thousands
a hundred g's where we countin