Yeah, that sound good That sound good (That sound good) (That sound good) Aye (Aye) (Aye) (Aye) RideLowMane (RideLowMane) (RideLowMane) (RideLowMane) Let's get it (Let's get it) (Let's get it) (Let's get it) Aye (Aye) Murder was the case, so you can't get specific A hundred in the safe off the coast of Pacific Serving Frosted Flakes Now she say the dick is "Gr-Gr-Great!" Blowin' grass, nigga higher than the stakes Check the math, more digits than the license plate Niggas doin' real numbers, but they actin' fake My piece is hittin' like a uppercut from Cassius Clay I'm on some "Which bitch can a nigga have today?" Fuck an affidavit, trying to cop the latest So my kids can spill food in the finest places Niggas talkin' real rude, but never in our faces It's like me and my heroes been changing places From euro to dinero, we for exchanging Do them hoes like my baggage, I ain't never claiming I'm real Randy Savage Off the top, Superboy, Babbage What a night, niggas bumpin' Gladys Extra leafy green on the salad Niggas chillin', listening to ballads Ice grillin', full of carats How you living? Even the ceiling fan is automatic Me and my dreams' like Nicotine - I gotta have it Yeah G way more realer than that, baby Get more realer than LAT G, it's not just futuristic, it's playeristic For the players only, you dig it? Yeah-yeah Playeristic, what I'm sippin' on be too exquisite All my bitches think I'm photogenic She singing to it like she Ari Lennox I'm the God fresh off Mount Olympus Against the odds, touching all the limits Pulling cards, Ace of Spades got her in her feelings When times was hard, we had to wrap it up and vacuum ceilings Tim McGraw hit the road with that country business But we ain't country niggas We 'round the country gettin' it Southern niggas ain't slow and I ain't cookin' Chitlins But you still lose intestines, the Mac relentless Not Blood, but all the bros got a blood commitment I ain't thuggin', killa, but we just keep it pimpin' Made a sharp turn around the corner, piece and all the quarters Shorted Tee-Tee from the last time, she was out of order Police in the turning lane behind me, cut the blinker on Made a left into the gas station, give me ten on pump eight Right back on the ave, crankin' on my way to make a play cause I can't leave that bag waiting Curbside service, niggas still makin' house calls Bus left at nine-thirty, drop bro at the Hound Dog Outlaw Immortal, from the Cradle To The Grave Screaming, "How long will they mourn me?" You can never feel my pain Kept it Fatal like Hussein Then a table full of 'Cain If you reach then we gon' teach You can never feel my chain I ain't never been a stain I'm forever with the gang We policing in the street, you can never kill my name I'm a real Roadrunner, you can never steal my lane They know me from dope running, we was never built the same, nigga Playeristic, what I'm sippin' on be too exquisite All my bitches think I'm photogenic Playeristic, what I'm sippin' on be too exquisite All my bitches think I'm photogenic Playeristic, what I'm sippin' on be too exquisite All my bitches think I'm photogenic Playeristic, what I'm sippin' on be too exquisite All my bitches think I'm photogenic No one knows how many working pimps there are in the United States. It is know that many pimps, though they like to describe themselves as gentlemen of leisure, in fact do work in pushing and dealing in drugs You understand? I come up wanting things I like, you know, and uh, I'm-I found a way to get things that I want, seeing as I wasn't born with a Gold spoon in my mouth, and I don't have none of that old cash, I felt as if, uh, I want things that I like and there's only one way to get them: That's cash-Money (Money) (Money) (Money...)