Sittin´ in a Caddy, (W)right like Betty Floatin´ up the isle like the bride and her daddy Hip-Hop addict, hip-hop addict Man I swear I´m on top like the attic Yea b*tch I be wit´ my dog like Shaggy And we stay clean but we get dirty like Harry Flyer than bluebirds, cardinals, and canaries F**k me, I´m all about weed like Paris Hilton, presidential suite already I´m richer than Nicole and I´m a Lion like her daddy I am hotter than the Sunday after Saturday I swear I´m a savage like Noah, Ben, and Randy Oscar De La Hoya, box ya like a casket Or Diego Coralles, n*gga keep jabbin´ See my style it varies, like drugs in an alley My leather so soft my paint prettier than Halle Wittier than comedy, n*gga write a parody
But I ain´t tellin´ jokes... apparently A parent, yeah my daughter be the twinkle of my eye You hurt her you kill me and n*gga I ain´t ´bout to die See y´all are at ground, and my daughter is my sky I swear I look in her face and I just want to break out and fly 4 tears in my face and you ain´t never heard me cry I´m richer than all y´all I got a bank full of pride
Ow, started out hustlin´, ended up ballin´ Nigga I´m the shit, get the f**k up out my toilette Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies Started out hustlin´, ended up ballin´
Started out hustlin´, ended up ballin´ started out hustlin´, e-ended up ballin Nigga I´m the shit, get the f**k up out my toilette
My paint bubblelicious, the motor so vicious The rims the same color as the wrapper of a kisses; Hersey´s I´m hyper, jumpin like a piston And when I´m in Detroit I be ballin´ like a Piston oh, and did I mention I´m fly like a pigeon Higher than gas prices, you Las Vegas trickin I´m nine under par in the Bentley golf cart The Polo be cream but the bottle´s caviar (yeah!) Weezy I´m sick from all this tourin´ You told me (sip this,) then call me in the morning (yeah) And I vow I never trust another woman (´nother woman)
In my life, and then I got horny (ah hah)
Started out hustlin´, ended up ballin´ Nigga I´m the shit, get the f**k up out my toilette Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies Started out hustlin´, ended up ballin´ Started out hustlin´, ended up ballin´ Started out hustlin´, e-ended up ballin´ Nigga I´m the shit, get the f**k up out my toilette
See I ain´t goin´ no where bitch You know a nigga been home honey Money f**kin´ retarded, called it down syndrome money My cake sick shift, they diagnose sickle cell bread
The revenue stream got a disease like a jail bed Like a mattress from Sing-Sing or way down to Comstock These bitches call me bling king I shit when the bomb drop And sprinkle diamonds all over niggas flawless in D-Class Then twinkle like a shine, just like a sparkle from clean Glass They movin´ on a nigga as I walk through valley, ready? And Zulu with the cameras like I´m dickin´ down Halle Berry My money help me do things that you nigga´s can´t believe Like purchase personal plates on sort of things that you can´t conceive Like interactin´ with women, on caliber of Janet
I sit and master my vision and massacre the planet I hope you nigga´s know just what it is When I´m countin´ my paper, nigga´s know I´m handlin´ my biz
Started out hustlin´, ended up ballin´ Nigga I´m the shit, get the f**k up out my toilette Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies Started out hustlin´, ended up ballin´ Started out hustlin´, ended up ballin´ Nigga I´m the shit, get the f**k up out my toilette