uh yeah yeah on dis one right here we goin to lock down the whole world wit dis one
dem aint edie golds in yo mouth
you say you got dem keys and dem peas
talkin bout you got dem stacks on deck boy
aint whats happenin shittin me
cant rap and make this hot track
you claming you aint feeing this boy
o dats real platnium on yo
thinkin that gurl right thurr goin get wit cha boy
tiping house you buying her drinks she gon tell you
thinkin i'm gone keep takin this shout money
dem spree aint got you ass geeked up
bout want yo money back partner
what you thinkin i'm a lame nigga
telll them cops on the west side think i'm slow
ther aint nu kills on this side
they talkin bout the stunt broken mutha fuckin shittin me
they call me juicy ten yall suckers nigga's will see
i'ma a made man tyrin to get these mutha
have my shit stacked up higher than peach street buildins
aint no fuckin friend of me
damn sho aint no ken to me so why yall tyrin to
yall cant even be fin no ten of me
shittin me d4l is my real click
dem the only nigga's i trust and i break bread wit
everytime my necklas hang my fans try to grab it
i wish you would i wish you would
and try to get buck and so many nigga's
wit d4l well tear the club up
and they dreesed in all black
if you want sumtin from the park bitch well buy that
alwayz talkin bout fuckin lintin me get some where
i dont need no broke nigga's round me
they aint bone enuf to come
bankhead gone buck wit us
westside gone buck wit us
u think fabo aint ready to come out thet door and kill a bitch
you think i'm lyin when i say i'm pop by bill
i lived dirty all my life but u think it aint real bitch you shittin
you think i'm playin o wi this steal you shittin me
we stand on corners and cus
we killa wit guts automatic no clutch
i dont care who you wit d4l runin shit
we got the hood on lock bitch
got that work for the low
count my money get sum mo