I can get a 100,000 in these Sean John jeans
You couldn't walk a mile off in my air forces
Where you from, you gotta get how you live
But keep back though my earrings ferocious
And you ain't seen what I've seen
Jack boyz say they gon rob
Stacks of twenty dollar bills, bricks or white rolls
I went from old school Chevys to drop top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my air forces
I went from old school Chevys to drop top Porsches
It's not just my imagination
And you ain't did what I did
I can get a 100,000 in these Sean John jeans
If you mix the baking soda wit it you can get a Benz
And you ain't seen what I've seen
On the real my niggaz shit I spit it for y'all
I can get a 100,000 in these Sean John jeans
Shit, I spit it for y'all
I went from old school Chevys to drop top Porsches
And y'all ain't never seen what we saw
And it's not about the flip mane
While y'all robbing and boosting
And you ain't seen what I've seen
And you ain't seen what I've seen
I hope you got yours I keep mine
Forty grand sit back so you can glance my wrist
Where you from, you gotta get how you live
745 back to back me and O dog
You couldn't walk a mile off in my air forces
Ludacris, how they ride out twenty wit dem bricks
Who gives a fuck about friends?
Black tees, black ones, and a fitted cap
What they rein up with I spent it up all the strokers
In one night eight bitches sipped bottles of Cris
But on the real fuck niggaz, y'all don't want these problems
And you already know, dog
Where you from, you gotta get how you live
I went from old school Chevys to drop top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my air forces
I went from old school Chevys to drop top Porsches
I went from old school Chevys to drop top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my air forces
You couldn't walk a mile off in my air forces
And you ain't did what I did
I can get a 100,000 in these Sean John jeans
Want the real bread it's all about your whip game
And you ain't did what I did
You couldn't walk a mile off in my air forces
And you ain't did what I did
Everybody already know jeezy real street nigga
I'm standing over the stove like the chef in Houston
What they got Lil Pha, they don't care 'bout shit
I'm the one in the topic of your conversation
Y'all say we country niggaz yee-haw
Keep bread so we carry dem toaster
In the club blowing dro throwing gang signs
These other niggaz is jokers
Every time you see me all around street niggaz
I went from old school Chevys to drop top Porsches
The Mack 11 make me walk wit a crazy dap
The money comin back and forth like a seesaw
