Big blunts in the air, I don’t even care
Spilling Ace of Spades on my all white airs
Stunting in my J’s
I got every pair, they put out since '85
Cus a nigga bout his gear
Hoes all up in my ear, cus I’m stylin'
Try to go bottle for bottle with us,
Can’t do it, money we running through us So competition throw the towel in We over here, with fireworks up in the air
Bitches with good hair, cus you know we about to spark
Bobby Ray just walked in, Wiz about to park
The party bout to start, jewelry glowing in the dark
We got all the bitches wet, Skylar Diggins from the
And you know your boy is sharp, cus she in my bed
I tell her take her clothes off, and open her legs
Keep them Louboutins on when she giving head
Cus you already know my favorite colour RED!
I’m getting bread while I’m
Standing on the corner
Washing my low low
I got my dime in the crib, I’m in my Polo
Soon as your boy hit the streets, you know that I’m clean
So fresh and so clean, Outcast know what I mean
I throw that Andre 3000, one in the changer
And I don’t ride through the hood, with out one in the chamber
You know I used to broke but: now nigga I’m getting it As I roll up up, I sit back and laugh in amazement
As how this all started in bottom of a basement
Back when I got started, nigga saying «your shit is basic»
Now when you mention me, you must say Grammy nominated
All these haters drunk of hate, they basically wasted
Call a cab for these niggas, cus they ain’t gonna make it Can somebody please tell me just where Bobby Ray is Well he’s probably faded, probably in a spaceship
Probably outside of his mind, cus you know he crazy
But I kind of dig his style, it’s pretty contagious
Man them: probably doing him all kind of favors
I mean, it’s gotta be absolutely outrageous
Well, I couldn’t tell you what it is More people tell me that they down, the bigger that I get
But I just keep doing my thang, cruise control in my own lane
And let these suckers complain
I’m standing on the corner, watching the world go I got my dime in the crib, rolling up that dojo
Soon as your boy hit the stage you know the screaming
It’s that pandemonium, if you know what I mean
I throw that Eastside up, Compton to Decatur
And on the Westside, I hit the homie Game up I used to be unknown
But now niggas is listening, now niggas is listenin
Big money talk, big joint to spark
These Jordans on my feet, that’s how big money walk
Shawty give me head, like she don’t need body parts
Running my city like the King of New York
Poppin' champagne, hit him with the cork
Eating so good, nigga need a fork
And I ball hard, nigga need a court
The way little mama give me brain, I swear she must have been a dork
Duhhhhh, you know me I keep one rolled up Smoking with my bitch from overseas, where my Porsche from
And these hating niggas get no love
I be rolling weed, getting rich, fucking they bitch
Letting you spend all of your m, sending her on trips
I meet her there, you know, 'cus you smell the weed in her hair
You worried bout me keeping it player, instead you failed
Treated her fair, don’t need to look, she in the air
Standing on the corner, talking that shit
You ain’t really saying nothing, just hating on pimpin
Every time I’m in my car I’m smoking that green
Even though this real life, it’s like a movie scene
I ain’t in the club
If I don’t blaze up It don’t matter where I go, I’m throwing my gang up Nobody used to know me but but
Now a nigga famous, now a nigga famous