Bitches we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na
Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
They [Incomprehensible] on my phone, call me Sir Jones
Brought heat to the scene, make the women on me cream
Bitches we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na
Bitches we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na
And I keep these R and B bitches on they knees
Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
And it's the whole third coast and we control it na
And plus I got my self a jazzy yellow [Incomprehensible] to bone
Nigga, you're a lame, you ain't holding like Sweet James
Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
I made it to levels that other players only dream
But mane back in the days, it wasn't nothing like that
Gripping on the wood, playing above the law
Hustlas, ballers, selling boys cane
Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
Because we young, they probably thinking that we stole it na
We hit the spots on all the blocks, we keep it H-O-T nigga we holdin' na
Man, I break the scene, way before I became a king
Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
Make a lot a money, so I keep the chrome
Niggas runnin' in your crib, you might lose your wife
Down south we sippin' nothin' but bar
'Cause we holdin' na
Bitches, we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na
Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
Bitches, we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na
Chromin' blades on escaldes and parking lot pimpin'
Bitches we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na
Bitches we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na
Music orientated, so when the rap game originated
Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
Shit, I remember when at first they wasn't really with it
Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
I put it down for [Incomprehensible] and that SUC
Crushing boys on the boulevard from summer to spring
Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
I'm holdin' na, big Benz looking swollen na
And if you fucking with them boys, you might lose your life
Fuck y'all pussy niggas too, it's whatever y'all wanna do do
Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
Got the home and the cars, got the plaques and the stacks
Bitches we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na
I beat it like puzzle pieces, niggas could fade it
And I got a candy '84 on 3's
Four TV's in my cars, I'm a ghetto star
From Clover Land to PA, it be on for life
Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
Bitches we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na
Bitches, we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na
Bitches, we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na
Bitches we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na
And if we [Incomprehensible] at the light you might lose your ice
20's on the car, keep a pint of bar
My papers' foldin' na, cigars, we be rolling na
And you can crown me like a king, like my niggas UG
We got these broads steady trippin' 'cause it platinum we shippin'
Bitches we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na
Bitches, we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na
Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
But they damn near shitted on themselves when we did it
Bitches, we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na
And my money went to green from poppin' chrome
I pimp so hard I was fucking up the game
Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
It's the C the N to the O-T-E
