Yeah Yeah With all due respect Before one bar gets laid Uh I been aging this brew for a minute I been training with my crew They're all killers Motion sensors at my crib My collection worth millions Jewelry, vehicles, sports memoribilia You ain't making dough like us You don't feel us The she we talk about is way too unfamiliar I got the elevator in the crib PA system in the ceiling The shit you only see in an office building The money make the more sophisticated women act like children She nervous to speak when she near him But she feel him Cause she know my mind on billions Never played games, I just wrote them big plays Locked in on paper like when missiles engage Firing away in a Wraith Catching stunts in the rain Cuban links in my chain Some things will never change Bucktown Home of the original gun clappers Yeah Yeah La da da da da da With all due respect Fo'20 Massacre La da da da da da da Cuban links in the chains Some things will never change A shot of Gran Marnier in my champagne To give it a little twang I'm stumbling to the plane First class but I remember from where I came In the coach seat sitting in the middle over the wing I never complain I was happy just to be in the game Was happy that Master P gave me a chain Foot in the door They tried to close it on my [?] brain But I'm sprinting after the paper Ignoring the pain Fast after the digits, every dollar to gain Nothing to lose But if we do then we gon' make it back gain times two The fuck is you 'sposed to do My nigga these are the rules What the fuck is you 'sposed to do When everybody in your crib is depending on you Waiting for you to come through Get to the line and shoot Bucktown Home of the original gun clappers Yeah La da da da da La da da da da Yeah La da da da da da da Yeah With all due respect Get your mother fucking mind right And man I hustle so hard That's the reason why I'm living so large And if a nigga sneak diss then we get rid of that boy Shottas on call So I won't even get involved Stick to this rap shit but they keep testing me God Making this noise, making this money, making these moves Laid my game down and I paid my dues Now everybody wanting to know what the fuck I'm on I never leave the crib without it so don't tempt me Homes Putting people in my corner who gon' back me up When times get rough Lift the meter get the job done I gotta be one of the hottest niggas under the sun And no matter what goes on Imma remain humble I stay dry in a rainstorm without taking cover I be riding 'round my hood 'til that stack bundles Come back with some Chinx Drugs How to get rich nigga I live life And never be like you bitch niggas Nigga Bucktown Home of the original gun clappers Yeah Woah La da da da da da La da da da da da Yeah La da da da da da Yeah With all due respect JLR Yeah