I do the thing to make you open your mouth
Think you nicer than the God, shit is only a myth
Dick sore, split whores 'til they shit on the floor
Chicks love the way we roll, how the movement is thick
Get money, get rich, get fly
Thinkin' and drinkin' the Guinness, busy holdin' the spliff
Thick bitches in the spot, watch them strip for the sport
Niggaz be runnin' they trap, throw 'em over the cliff
Kick back kinda crazy when I'm holdin' the fifth
Cause we stackin' like we rich, and we holdin' the fort
For sure, spit rogue, get more 'bout to kick in the door
We speak the truth and we ain't talkin' no jive
I'm speakin' to the streets and everybody's with it
Get money, get rich, get fly
Check track a little slick and try to go on my Forbes
Truck packed full of niggaz with the strap and the whip
So official like my name's on the back of your bitch
Gat butt you in the face, split and fatten your lip
Or when the team circle the block, busy trailin' my clique
Flippin' and shittin' on niggaz 'til we old and we stiff
Brick I flip a little quicker if they shit in the store
Quick nigga, better quit snitchin' down at the court
Blood hit the floor louder than the clap when it drip
My victim's initials engraved on the back of the clip
Once again you know we only come to get it
Name like the whole city now I'm changin' the pitch
I'm speakin' to the streets and everybody's with it
Jump all in your whip, turn the key and drive
Pay triple for the name on the back of the stitch
Stick niggaz for they shit, thank them for they support
Make a million yeah we gonna make about five
We speak the truth and we ain't talkin' no jive
Keep workers on the strip that be ready for war
Spit vicious for the block, yeah we swingin' a torch
Shit, kill a nigga, quick, niggaz know my rapport
Like I went on a vacation and I'm back from my trip
Grab ahold of the masses, I was born with a gift
Get the gat out of the stash, put it back on my hip
All my people, get drunk, get high
Get stupid, get busy, get live
12 hours, one worker do the whole of the shift
It's cool, niggaz, we gets busy
And give you shit to bang the midwest and the rest of the south
Shit crazy when I pop, and I'm grippin' the four
Nuff radio rotation like I'm sailin' a ship
The hottest shit to bang from L.A. to the streets of New York
Clique more sick from when you use to see us before
Ha, I stay wicked now I'm back on the strip
I credit your name with bullets, read the back of the script
I don't even drive whips, throw the shit on the lift
All my people, get drunk, get high
Go 'head and crash your whip in the fuckin' wall
This time, we had to bring it, guess what we brought
Make a million yeah we gonna make about five
Get stupid, get busy, get live
Rip, maybe 'til they drop, and they shit in they drawers
I know what you all feel like doin'
Jump all in your whip, turn the key and drive
