Verse 1:
What means the world to you
'Cause money mean the world to me
I'ma shine for the world to see
Pearl the V, twirl the key
Cock back kick back and twirl the weed
Wanna roll wit a top gun
Hot one
Done pop one
Scrub, not one
Wanna ride shotgun?
Wanna shoot shot guns?
An' I got hot ones
But I wanna chick that'll hop up on a stick
Wit a porno flick
Make sure my comes go on a lick
More to sip but screw that
Where my thugs with the hollow tips
Girls that acknowledge it
Polish it
After that, swallow it
Stand by baby where you at huh?
Raise ya hand high
You don't suck, what?
That's a damn lie
Got red rye
My man ride
My fam tight
So i need a real chick
Someone to keep it real wit
Someone to rob and steal wit
Someone to share my meal wit
It's that there look wit you
Be out for your revenue
Then even at you an' she'll be blessin' you
Caressin' you
Startin' that mess wit you
But you always good for now
An' plus no friends around
So girl jus' come lift up that dress for now
And give me some points for now
Talk to me ma
Chorus:
What mean the world to you?
My money, my dough, my hoes, my clothes
What means the world to you?
My money, my dough, my hair, my nails
What mean the world to you?
Some sex, some mex, and a little bit of head, right
What mean the world to you?
Sex is sweet wit a cat who eat...
What mean the world to you?
Lots of cheese, shoppin' sprees
What means the world to you?
Diamond rings, shinin' things
What means the world world to you
Ladies (ho)
Fellas (ow)
Ho, ow, ho, ow, ho, ow, ho, ow
Verse 2:
My cousin Tandely
See the girl type ornery
But the girlfriend was real real real fond of me
An' the girl put her on to me
An' I'm like why
I mean come through wit her
She drivin that Alumina
I'm not even thinkin' 'bout screwin' her
Let alone pursuin' her
"I got a girl"
She like "What that got to do wit her"
Get through wit her
Mess around my girl come down an' put two in her
But I'm in a heavy case, like the type that Pepsi make
You such a fake
Got pies like Betty bake
Top balla in every state
In Chi, I'm Mike
Boston, I'm Kenny
In Miami, I'm Timmy an' Phoenix, I'm Penny
Damn
In Harlem, I'm Sammy
Order or so
What the hell you want
Got sons, guns, run, run
Make them run, run, skate, take one
From young ones, dumb-dumbs
Hit wit the dumb-dumbs
Hit wit the stun gun
Oh damn young hon
Where the girl come from
And I wanna meet her
Can I greet her ?
Yo we in my bed for now
She said, "Oh no, my spine on respire now"
Well give me some points for now
Talk to me ma
Chorus
Verse 3:
(Kima)
Ladies say, "Ow"
Scream it out
Speak it out
It's that time of the month for you leakin' out say, "Ow"
Ow
Shit, ya'll know I'm down for the hoes
Down for the dough
Down for a little lay dick on the low
Ya'll know
It's that Kima chick that'll heat a chick, ow
Squeeze the clip, ow
Go home and get freaked again, ow
Ya'll know I like that sex wit the right cat, ow
Rings make them ice stack
(Cam'ron)
Yo, now hold up mama
I don't want you to be no hoe
I done laid them hoes
J'd them hoes
That's right played them hoes
(Kima)
I ain't one of them hoes
Why you come wit them hoes
When I come for the dough
Keep 'em under control
Chorus (twice)