body benz, with the wheels on it A celuarphone with no bills on it Get your ass on this, got to fill on, still want it Baby, leen on it, and I can put
see us in the club swingin' elbows? Or on the street with our jewels on the cell phone? Hoppin' the sidewalk with Benzes and Jeeps I ran through more cars than it's sand on the beach
m doin' it big, pullin' up in a 911 I been tryna fuck for months, baby girl, it's now or never Got the condo on the beach, hope through our storms we
pund at? Top five in the booth, top five on the stoop You could fuck around and I, pop five in your Coupe Here's why I go in, back on the dough route
on him man, word up Styles P had his gun on him Besides that niggaz was fuckin naked man Yall niggaz didn't stop it man Niggaz had the drop on us kid
bitch, I'm on my fuckin throne I'm giggin on these hoes, do 'em like dominoes And slam 'em on they back, and tell 'em vamanos [Chorus: Sample of "It
city Some classy, some saddity And two or three bomber than purple chronic in Phillies From the G4, to the limo, to the penthouse on South Beach Since I fucking
ya best friend say she want a dude like me So we took 'em both to the beach to the beach Me and the boy Lloyd threw 'em on jet skis Then to the suite '
no props for it naw that just fucked up my jay's which fucked up my day rock walley's on stage freeze on williard,no hotel i'm back on the plane while
dem jeans (gul) Turn around girl from behind Let me see what mamma gave ya Let me show tricks that I learned on beach up in Jamaca Fuck dem hatas (Fuck
king and on the daily, call a mother fucker by the government, but call me crazy! yeah i'm on that fucking juice, have a sip i'll fuck you later, money
Come on I got a bunch of dollars, I can spend them on her 'Cause she can be my lady, she can be my lover Call me on the late night, get right he ain
half the time I scribble my name and draw a jackass design Calvin Kleins spilled on the floor, you just got Dogged on the tour, so, send some new whores
a ghetto queen And you should see that apple bottom in jeans I met her on a Sunday, one day She walkin' down the runway 5'5'' So fine what the fuck I
like the dashboard Went from the PJ's to livin' out past Ford What the cash for me to spend Like the rims on the Benz while you pretend To got, I fuck
Haze and Cognac On tha beach in L.A. with dime bitches ridin' piggyback I represent them street niggas When they get hot, carry the heat niggas Them sweet niggas off they feet niggas You livin' on
It was me and yo' broad, ridin in my 'llac She tried to climb on top of me and slide on my lap I said hold on baby, we almost to the spot We gon' do
Lil' mama was a big freak The 6 footer had her time with me I got some supermodel head on Miami Beach Then I finger fucked the woman on the plane next