MOG

And we don't stop
I ain't gon' change it
Can't stop the stuntin'
Glock have ya ribs pokin' out the side of ya shirt
(I told y'all)

Peace, I mean, "Piece" of pussy
Oh, I forgot about "Peace"

Mama, do you want it?
I go in each sto' and ball like a dog
Mama, do you want it?
Nah! We blow, fuck the people
That purple stuff, it was givin' to me at birth to stunt
It's that Louie on Ostrich streets
Baby, I'ma a stunna
No, no
I'm a seventeenth nigga and I ride for the turf, whoo

It's lil' Whodi from the hot block with ser'ous flow
It's the Birdman, daddy, with the Gucci and Prada
That stunna don't have a O - Z to burn
But y'all don't here me though
Now let me slide in the Benz with the fished out fins
Can't stop the stuntin'

Slide in the Benz, fins, bubble-eye lens
Mama, do you want it?
Me and my nig's, we ball like a dog
'Cause I'm about to break it
Wolfe, get on the keyboard
(I told y'all)
If you know my name, then you know my game
Baby, I'ma a stunna

Yep! There it is! Ya' lil' low-life
Who we rollin' wit'?
And we don't cop them ency-wency O's
Tat's in my face, my back, and my arm
(I told y'all)
Don't you know
In that Cadillac truck on them twenty-three's
No, no

Marijuana Scholar, knowin' what I got up in my Styrofoam cup?
Them new Nike shoes
Ooh, baby
Pop one, pop two

'Cause I'm about to break it
All these naked women that pop champagne
Cash money
Cash money
Baby, I'ma a stunna
Ooh, baby
Don't you know
You a rookie
Till I'm rollin' down my window and my grillie show
(Light it up!)
I ain't gon' change it
Car show in New York, y'all know who wins
"Piece" of land, "Piece" of property
It's the tailer-made daddy, Mami, do you love me?
Cadillac truck, twenty-eights, no rubs

'Cause you know it ain't trickin' if you got it
Hook up the turntables

I ain't gon' change it

Hold on, Mami! Them whips on dubs
Cars on the streets, all on our lawn
Hit the mall with my girlfriends, dish out ends
Ice in my teeths, all on my arm
It's a way of life
(I told y'all)
Fo' sure
No, no
Now, that's some serious shit
Fuckin' game so serious
We smoke stinky, stinky dro

It's a way of life
(Bring back that beat)
Can't stop the stuntin'
'Cause I'm about to break it
See, I'm a professional
Ooh, baby
Everywhere we go, we smell like E-yo
Cop baby girl what she desire, it's chump change mama

That's in my face, my back, and my arm
We rollin' wit' cash money
They think 'cause I stay at English Turn
(I told y'all)
The Birdman my paw, so that make me go
(What?)
So that's why I cop the Bentley with the leather and the fur in the guts
And these marble floors stay high as Rick James
Oh yeah, believe that
I'm the boss of the game with the money and fame
Cash money
It's a way of life
Gotta get dough 'cause y'all won't feel me, bro
"Fly like an eagle!"
And we gon' run it, ya heard

Cash money
Don't you know
Word! Rims pokin' out the side of the 'ERV
And you know I'm prolly pumpin' through the hood on the twenty-fo's
Slant-back, cut truck, no rims, can't holla
Aye, and my pinky glow 'cause my ring is so

Royal blue Jag on them twenty-two's
Blingy-blingy, yo, stop blinkin' though
Flip white to green, 500 Degreez
I could sell a hooker some pussy