standin' on a corner

big blunts in the air

i don't even care

spilling ace of spades on my all white airs

stunting in my j's

i got every pair

they put out since '85

cus a nigga bout his gear

hoes all up in my ear

cus i'm stylin'

try to go bottle for bottle with us

can't do it

money we running through us

so competition throw the towel in

we over here

with fireworks up in the air

bitches with good hair

cus you know we about to spark

bobby ray just walked in

wiz about to park

the party bout to start

jewelry glowing in the dark

we got all the bitches wet

skylar diggins from the

and you know your boy is sharp

cus she in my bed

i tell her take her clothes off

and open her legs

keep them louboutins on when she giving head

cus you already know my favorite colour red!

i'm getting bread while i'm

standing on the corner

washing my low low

i got my dime in the crib

i'm in my polo

soon as your boy hit the streets

you know that i'm clean

so fresh and so clean

outcast know what i mean

i throw that andre 3000

one in the changer

and i don't ride through the hood

with out one in the chamber

you know i used to broke but: now nigga i'm getting it

as i roll up up

i sit back and laugh in amazement

as how this all started in bottom of a basement

back when i got started

nigga saying your shit is basic"