(Guddah Tay on every beat, nigga) These niggas ain't real as you think, they wanna go big, but they can't Yeah, smell like a pound when I walk in the bank Free all my niggas locked up with a shank Big dog, nigga, hell yeah, I got rank Want a drink, lil' nigga, hell yeah, we got a pints Truck sound like a plane when that motherfucker crank The bitch gon' fuck, so I made the ho wink I got a ring on every finger, nigga, I feel like The Lord of the Rings My bitch so bad, she look like the ones you see in the magazine 'Fore I made it with this rap shit, I was posted up, nigga, servin' fiends Turned the studio into a booty club, I rap while she shake ass for me I ain't had no sleeve, I been grindin' for weeks Come shop with us, nigga, we got it for cheap Rap niggas still tryna run with the swag, you know this drip, they got it from me Swervin' this Benz, it's waggin' the G, I'm talkin' 'bout Barbie, the front got a B Can't walk in the show 'til they pay me the fee Bet I walked on this bitch if I got on the beat And the beat, boy, came from Gutta Fresh as fuck, but I came out the gutter One thing I can't do is switch on my brother Fuck these niggas, I been chasin' money My daddy always told me keep it a hundred Pay the plug right back if his ass got fronted Feds all of my dick, I'm the hood most wanted And I'm not with that sucker shit, I don't condone it Her pussy so good, I fuck in the morning Way the bitch talk, she be makin' me horny Glock on my hip while a nigga performin' If it ain't 'bout the money, it's lame and borin' Bought a new house, but this shit four-stories Mama said, "Nigga, no nuts, no glory" Baby said she wanna suck and record it I'm a 1.5 nigga, but I come from New Orleans Niggas be hatin', boy, that shit be like poison Promoters can't book me, they cannot afford me Niggas don't like me, they keep that shit cordial Pay cash for this house, I ain't got no mortgage I got three phones, I can't run out of storage Got bands on me, make her pussy get moist I'm a player for real, so I don't gotta force it Racks stuffed in my jeans, shit look like Norbit Pull up in Bentley, Ferrari, and Porsches Went got a check like a Nike endorsement And I been killin' the game like abortion Had to get rich, they ain't leavin' no choices I'm in my bag, I ain't talkin' 'bout groceries When I jump out that bitch, nigga, everybody notice it Chopper on me, get to singin' like Jodeci Never gon' fold, I ain't never had ho in me I got a ring on every finger, nigga, I feel like The Lord of the Rings My bitch so bad, she look like the ones you see in the magazine 'Fore I made it with this rap shit, I was posted up, nigga, servin' fiends Turned the studio into a booty club, I rap while she shake ass for me