We the one that the bitches prefer In the club, we party until we get sweaty In her eyes, I can see that lil´ mama been ready Hold my dick, doin´ biz with Liz Claiborne Politics, I been rich, so I can pay for it Doctor J in the bank, scorin´ title in the paint Ray Kroc on my block, double cup my purple drank They watchin´ me close, even readin´ my lips Bussin´ the .45, then I´m pleadin´ the fifth And I´m leavin´ as if that´s a meeting I missed Such a wonderful time, even blew ´em a kiss
Timbaland rich, two-fifty a beat You should see his new crib, even came with a street Still be touchin´ the white, talkin´ that Bubba Spar??? It got a double R on it if it´s one of ours
Run along, boy, if you don´t want a war I got a prize, motherfucker, it´s the Pulitzer Woop, woop It´s pharaoh dinero
They say that the floor is facetious Fat boy just keep fillin´ the bleachers Went from sellin´ yayo with the nosebleeds Young niggas only got rich with the wrong things I´m thankful for melodies that the song bring Rhymin´ longer than prison sentences in New Orleans My nigga did a dub, now he at the fed Shit, it´s hard to feel the love when you takin´ meds Them Percocets, they heavy on the ledge Twenty million cash, yes, that´s called success Thousand acres, my own metropolis
And he still hustle with dominance Niggas fake and I can tell by the pics Instagram should take down your page for all those counterfeits Gettin´ money, it´s still Boobie gang No colors, no flags, just let the toolie bang