Eighteens with the whip, smoke gray
I give the autographs but charge for photography
Used to be a hobby, got me duckin' Rudy Giulianni
Sippin' on Lime Bacardi got me toxy
Come, come, come
Tainted the heart of an empire, was torn apart
One for the dough, son
Plus the Cali 'dro holdin' me, I'm 'bout to 'scape like the Roxy
Give me the reasons
Broke the unmarked fifty with this cabby who was a gypsy
But had 'em wobbly off the first blow, tryin' to knock me
One for the dough, son
Come, come, come
They call me Rollie, watch me polly with the wide body Dinali
Come, come, come
No tanks, low rank, soldiers hittin' the heart
I swarm like paparazzi, she popped a wheelie on the candy apple Kawasaki
Give me the reasons
Everything is sloppy, philosophical for those who copy
Packed the bad hottie, rocked enough ice to play hockey
Follow me, whether Mardi Gras' or house party
Rebel I, slay the max, it's really Digital
Yo son we gotta make that cream whether raps or Nixon times
Spark the broccoli, spaz off this ghetto opery
Fuck that, the next big thing, lay this as Hollywood niggaz
Give me the reasons
Leavin' skid marks on five-oh, smokin' all the way
Come, come, come
Kamikaze, might karate chop ya head like a naughty
You'se a carbon copy, just started to rock Wallys
The audience threw nuts with loose screws and bolts
One for the dough, son
Snatch the cream, whether in the concert hall or in the lobby
Dread then call myself Collar Ratsi
They saw the swordsman sift electrical volts
Yo yo
I'll probably splash her tonight, don't block
One for the dough, son
Rockin' the latest in Ben Stillaways
Ever property, Monopoly, big shotti
I was Dashing through the hood
Give me the reasons
Give me the reasons
Seen
Give me the reasons
They couldn't get me, watch me move swiftly
The chemist left the lab with undetermined results
It's wild like safari, ain't mean to catch the body
Not hardly kid, you awkward God body
Come, come, come
Drivin' the streets he kept heat on the night, shifty
Rockin' the latest in, every day comin' at niggaz
It was layin' in the zip drive from chest five
Come, come, come
Quickly, who ring bells like it's twelve on Sunday?
Come, come, come
The archives automatically changed ya stiff vibes
Professionally trained, I am for your artery
Now that's a money thing
While the stage catch shells from forceful gunplay
All those who couldn't multiply were sent back
Hahaha
Mere fact that the track was a fierce counterattack
Brought to a halt from a front full assault
I'm known to pump ya blood like the theme song to Rocky
Come, come, come
Give me the reasons
Or catch the hot seat, you're bawty boy without ya posse
One for the dough, son
One for the dough, son
One for the dough, son
He stayed tipsy, said he loved his bills crispy
With my all-star team, bitches see our shine
Like I'm still coppin' big eights from papi
One for the dough, son
