Intro:
Roll out (8 times)
Chorus:
I got my twin glock 40s
Cocked back
Me and my homies
So drop that
We rollin' on 20s
Wit the top back
So much money
You can't stop that
Twin glock 40s
Cocked back
Me and my homies
So drop that
We rollin' on 20s
Wit the top back
So much money
You can't stop that
Verse 1:
Now where'd you get that platinum chain wit them diamonds in it?
Where'd you get that matchin' Benz with them windows tinted?
Who them girls you be wit when you be ridin' through?
Man I ain't got nothin' to prove
I paid my dues
Breakin' the rules
I shake fools while I'm takin 'em, whew
Tell me who's your weed man
An' how do you smoke so good?
You's a superstar boy
Why you still up in the hood?
What in the world is in that bag?
What you got in that bag?
A couple a cans a whoop ass
You did a good ass job of jus' eyein' me, spyin 'me
Chorus
Verse 2:
Man, that car don't come out until next year
Where in the fuck did you get it?
That's eighty-thousand bucks gone
Where in the fuck did you spend it?
You must have eyes on yo back
'Cause you got money to the ceilin'
And the bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin'
The better I'm feelin, the more that I'm chillin'
Willin, drillin and killin' the feelin'
Now who's that bucked-naked cook fixin' three-course meals?
Gettin' goosebumps when her body taps the six-inch heels
What in the world is in that room?
What you got in that room?
A couple a gats, a couple a knives
Couple of rats, a couple of wives
Now it's time to choose
Chorus
Verse 3:
Are you custom-made, custom-paid, or you just custom-fitted?
Playstation 2 up in the ride
An' is that Lorenzo-kitted?
Is that yo wife, yo girlfriend or just yo main bitch?
You take a pick while I'm rubbin' the hips, touch lips to the top of the
dick and then whoo!
Now tell me who's your housekeeper and what you keep in your house
What about diamonds and gold
Is that what you keep in your mouth?
What in the world is in that case
What you got in that case?
Get up out my face, you couldn't relate
Wait to take place at a similar pace so shake, shake it
Chorus
Get out my business, my business
Stay the fuck up out my business-ah
'Cause these niggas all up in my shit and it's my business, my business
Stay the fuck up out my business
'Cause it's mine-oh-mine
My business, my business
Stay the fuck up out my business
'Cause these bitches all up in my shit and it's my business, my business
Stay the fuck up out my business
'Cause it's mine-oh-mine