Aye Where we at with it? Aye (Dope in it) Follow that cab it got dope in it (Dope in it) Mr. Million Dollar Stack (Dope in it) Follow that cab it got dope in it (Dope in it) Let's get it Uh-uh, uh Green like I'm Lil Chicken sliding with the thumper Shut up lil bitch you talking to a dumper From the O to KC burning the loudest thunder Turn around, state to state, I feel like a jumper Thirty thou', give or take, if you tryna stump her Quick to aluminum foil it like I'm Brian Pumper My niggas die from bussin' juugs, happen every summer Tryna find a better plug with a better number Serving everybody from the hood, daddy and they mother Never would've thought of selling drugs back when we was younger Pill cabinet full of Rx (Pints) In the kitchen cupboard Free that nigga DJ was just locked up with his little brother Your nigga not a hundred percent hustler How I use to have him working out my spot like he was a butler These niggas peas in a pod, leeching like a sucker You treat that nigga like a God, I treat him like a clucker We getting off It's game over, balling like the Rucker I love the bag but can't show her how much I love her He feeling frogged, just half-poling with the cutter Come get your Wonder Bread toasted with the butter Bad baller, I be balling in the gutter Bad baller, I be balling in the gutter Bad baller, I be balling in the gutter And I pull the chopper out and make that mother fucker stutter What else? (Burn rubber) What up doe? What's the word with you boy? Shit, in the booth Of course, of course, of course What you doing here with us? Shit, it's on Uhhhhhh (Burn rubber) Follow that cab it got dope in it Gimme about 20 minutes Burn Rubber (Follow that cab it got dope in it) Hold up Yeah I told you it's on All the way Yeahhh (It got dope in it) Sharp shooter like a sniper never been a swiper On the road, thumbing through that bag like a hitch hiker Known to dump them bitches off like a shit diaper Dodge the rain drops don't even need no windshield wipers Alarm screaming step back Been whipping up that water spout like the the Itsy-Bitsy Spider Never had a lawsuit with Geoffrey Fieger I was fucking with them blues and them oranges, go get 'em tiger On sixth and Meyers flip the scrippies, all different prices Tryna come up on two-fifty for a liquor license He say he got an M.D., what type of 'script he writing? I ain't gone lie like D.Z., I'm on my fifty Tyson Who set the city on fire? You know a nigga striking Like a cobra, out in Minnesota, playing with them Vikings Keep pillow talking, loose lipping, get your shit tightened Nail a nigga coffin shut for doing all that dick biting We getting off It's game over, balling like the Rucker I love the bag but can't show her how much I love her He feeling frogged, just half-poling with the cutter Come get your Wonder Bread toasted with the butter Bad baller, I be balling in the gutter Bad baller, I be balling in the gutter Bad baller, I be balling in the gutter And I pull the chopper out and make that mother fucker stutter What else? Follow that cab it got dope in it Follow that cab it got dope in it (Dope in it) Follow that cab it got dope in it Follow that cab it got dope in it (Dope in it) When I was out in the streets hustling and steeling... I-I-I-I made more in one weekend than I have made in my entire rap career