I can let it rain, make a flood up in Scope DLK Fad, I done blew up after more You can tell I'm gettin' money, I ain't even got a shoe For the plug, I need the cord, that's the nigga that's grew Ballin' every quarter, guaranteed I want blue Pink slip for the whips, guaranteed they can't too, nah, uh Long way from the hood, now a nigga on tour Still alive, but I can't go while I should cool Try to catch me at the light, nigga, no, we ain't goin' Yeah, way before the rap, I was already blowin' Hit the band play, choppin', knockin' out your eardrums Y'all rich niggas from the South puttin' on Now I get paid just to get up on a song, let's go Lil' Sippy cold and he can't leave the beat alone Winning Hood Junior, these niggas be cloned Try to ride the wave, nigga, better hold on Can't change number, this a million dollar phone You a rat and a bitch, we will never get alone I won't let him get a break, hit a land that is home Nigga don't want smoke, he put my name in the song KJ's head and it's already gone Mad bitch layin' in my bed in the thong Slam dunk a hoe like my 49 stone Hit a hoe once, now I'm leavin' in Kwong Had my perk with the adder, now I'm in my own zone Took a, took a hell time, got a nigga stoned Bitches lovin' niggas like I'm Who Mike Jones But don't get it mixed up, bitch, I'm Big Frozone Plain Jane, Cartier's put up by folks I can let it rain, make a flood up in Scrooge Yeah, I can't fade, I done blew up after more You can tell I'm gettin' money, I ain't even got a shoe For the plug, I need the cord, that's the nigga that's good Ballin' every quarter, guaranteed I want blue Pink slip for the whips, guaranteed they can't too Nah, uh, long way from the hood, now a nigga on tour Stood light, but I can't go while I should cool Try to catch me at the light, nigga, no, we ain't goin' Yeah, way before the rap, I was already blowin' Hit the band play choppin', I can't let your ears drown Y'all rich niggas from the South puttin' on Now I get paid just to get up on the phone Keep you playin' with a bitch, not to say that I'm wrong Move all pay, yeah, the odor is strong Pimple on my back, still rockin' V-Lon Tell her when you talk to me, better watch your tongue Catch a nigga down bad, leave his face in his phone Y'all hear I'm talkin' but I'm still on Better get some money, get it broke, send it with a mom And I'm in the hood when I'm back home Post on the block with a deuce and a styrofoam I don't like to talk, got my money long Grippin' on the wood on the cat like a microphone In the trap like my Nike Corleone Hunnid bags in, we gon' get them in and get them gone Hit the club trap with my chains on Standin' on the couch, throwin' money all night long You know what I'm on Plain Jane Cartier, it's for the bad folks I can let it rhyme, make a flood up a stroke Hellcat fed, I done blew up at the moat You can tell I'm gettin' money, I ain't even got a suit For the flood, I need the cord, that's the nigga that's good Ballin' every quarter, guaranteed I want blue Think Slip for the whips, guarantee they can't toot Nah, uh, long way from the hood, now that nigga on tour The light, but I can't go while I should cool Try to catch me at the light, nigga, no, we ain't goin' Yeah, way before the rap, I was already blowin' Hit the band play choppin', I can't let your ears drown Young Rich Nigga from the South puttin' on Now I get paid just to get up on the phone