What's good, baby? Let me tell y'all how we do it I got them bitches [?] got these niggas sayin', "Wait" These bitches screamin', "Ohh" And we just (Ohh), we just let the money pile And when it's time to eat, I'm the first in line for chow (For chow) You more than welcome, bring the guns And we gotta keep sayin' it where we from (All day) I'm a gain weightin' motherfucker for life Chyeah, hold you up, maybe wonder the show Grab a plate and some food to go It's soon to roll, there's three on the track, Max B ill spoken, so suitable But who would know? (Know) If you come so far (Chyeah) And how we crush so hard (Chyeah) I wanna rush the ball, I wanna buy it all by myself, fuck y'all See, I'm ridin' in my ocean waves, so blaze, I toast the haze I coast for days, and we stay for a lil' bit pic Take a sniff of that flava flave, I ain't tailor made (Haha) I'ma take what I can, the first in line with a cake in my hand And I seen y'all sink in the sand That's money in the bank, mo' cheese for the team And I do it for the cream, and the love for the scene And the cuss for the [?] on the jeans And I leave the receivin' team, which they didn't catch up 'Til they flee from the scene You don't really want it, boy, you better back down Tell your girl turn around, bring it back now Tell me why she wanna ride on my style Gotta scream my name so loud that she black out Act now if you wanna get it crackin' Come [?] while my cars is stackin' So when I pause for action Watch out dawg, 'cause I ball for the passion I gotta beg ya for the next round Best style, ill boy with the best sound I don't mess around with that weak shit, keen shit [?] with the flame, I'm playin' boy, ya chest out Mr. I'll Show You What A Knife Do You don't wanna be playin' with' ya life, dude Messin' with you sayin' you a target You payin' that price 'cause I ain't gon' fight you Some say I got a foul mind, 'cause I grind all day Never got no downtime, and you know I gotta eat I'm the first in the chow line I got them bitches [?] got these niggas sayin', "Wait" These bitches screamin', "Ohh" And we just (Ohh), we just let the money pile And when it's time to eat, I'm the first in line for chow (For chow) You more than welcome, bring the guns And we gotta keep sayin' it where we from (All day) I'm a gain weightin' motherfucker for life Listen, yo I'll spoken that Mac's be the realest that's out Collectin' dead presidents, no reasonable doubt (Haha) If it wasn't three-thousand pounds, we be stealin' ya house Choppin' it up, then we dealin' it out And I ain't feelin' my mouth With every [?], your brain is rippin' apart The way I spit feel like your ears is gettin' bit by a shark I'm just sittin' in park, waitin' to start my engine My bars is blendin', leave you sittin' up for mores in seconds Leave you scarred for weapons, I could battle you hard from detention Yup, a mic blessing, givin' little tights lessons I'm grindin', let my chest bling Rhymin' during testing, you would acted like [?] on the west wing Chess king, checkmate, the chessboard is mine You wanna war with rhymes? The tourin' God explores your mind You a borderline bitch fuckin' with pork and swine Your spinal cord is gettin' popped like a cork in wine I'm recordin' mine, [?] what I'm sippin' on I need that ice in my watch, feel like my wrist is gone That's the shit I'm on, listen through it in the car Blow your squad up with some more of that piss burn [?] I got them bitches [?] got these niggas sayin', "Wait" These bitches screamin', "Ohh" And we just (Ohh), we just let the money pile And when it's time to eat, I'm the first in line for chow (For chow) You more than welcome, bring the guns And we gotta keep sayin' it where we from (All day) I'm a gain weightin' motherfucker for life