now what they do you know its weezy f the fuckin boss inside the phantom bitch so big i prolly get loss how bout that exhaust and my funky cold medina i make that ho tip toe like a ballerina i'm that miami fever and that miami heat up in that miami water i'm like a florida marlin but i come from new orlean nigga we still strong and my money real long, real real long and this my thirteenth year bitch im still gone so my money real long, real real long nigga that steel on red beam safety off murder scene tape it off red rum tomato sauce nigga say they paper boys bitch i be with caper boys i say we be burnin bodies, we dont be burnin cars and i got a bitch wit me call her miss without drawers when im at the bank people call me mr. whistle drawers
want it im a bring it let diana ross sing it i'm a pull it i'm a ding it thats the nina ross singin i be weighin up the locker with that rick ross bangin if you try me i'll reverse you now you criss cross swingin rips off drop seats off let her feet prop heat cocked somethin on my neck look like a peacock you need not talk that street hop to me ock cuz we pop like thousand dollar bottles of that chris rock bitch stop trippin i been hot when not i been threw away what they just got niggas talk shit but when i see'em they lips lock bitch pop know i got that ol ock crip lock bitch shot bitch i bet i'm hustlin when ya nigga not bigger appetite, bigger pot, eat.
call it what you want but baby just dont call the cops let em chase that drop im a chase that guac ya race track checkin with that race pack mo strapped all black maserati taste that smoke i'm a crack that egg open beat that yolk let it soak let it soak watch it come back bo gat then i hit the streets up and talk that talk let it float let it float never come back broke naw run that shit i'm cash money's bread and butter no sugar bring me all the beef i'm the muthafuckin pressure cooker ya ya i could change the weather for ya lose your ass the neighbors tell em that they never saw ya close your mouth it be better for ya all that snitchin like the cops got a medal for ya i'm a hustla got work hos and metal for ya when you think you ready i be ready for ya