First Verse:
I went through with the plan, now the man sendin` me grams,
My coke organization still infestin` the land,
No joke, built my Mama an estate in the Bahamas,
Crops of marijuana protected by Big Timers,
Hand, full of ice, it`s gangsta`s paradise,
Expensive merchandise, I had to sacrifice for the glamourous life,
Don P. for breakfast, Benz, stretches, and Lexus,
Distribution of coke from Louisiana to Texas,
Some fabricated, but fascinated by the way that I made it,
Now my name is implicated with the greatest
Wearin` the latest, leather fatigues and B.B.H.,
Brand new Mercedes, parked in front of my new estate,
Twelve o` clock we gave him, caviar, is what we ate,
Party with killas, paraphrenalia full of projects,
Dope snorters or prospects, the rob your shop necks,
But I gets pissed and send hits, don`t fuck with my shit
Wig split, the heel, whoever he roll with,
Admit it, you did it, tongue too tied? Well say somethin`
Nine`s bustin`, bringin` your platoon to destruction,
Continue to hustlin`, givin` up nothin` where the dope at?
Crackers can get the Bauds at, because I`m pro Black,
Think I`m a foreigner, he wasn`t holdin` up his side of his deal,
Alien gotta be killed, sent to the coroner,
I`m sure he would have gone before the judge
With somethin` concrete, to send me, cuz
He was holdin` a grudge, fuckin` over a thug,
Told my bitch I want him dead,
Bring me his head, fill him with lead,
Heard what I said? Don`t betray me,
I`ll put you on the streets and make you weak,
With carrots and stones up on fingers and your teeth,
And built you a home next to the beach,
And luxury cars we creep
Here`s the nine, I don`t have time, make it discreet
Chorus:
Money on the couch, nigga
Gimme everything, I`ll pay your house, nigga
Shut`cha mouth, nigga
Put the money on the couch, nigga
Gimme everything, I`ll pay your house, nigga
Shut`cha mouth, nigga
Put the money on the couch shut`cha mouth, nigga
Second Verse:
I know that my cousin Lil` Kerzaw,
He sold up outta his backyard,
And sold up shit, from the seventeen all the way up to the Ninth Ward,
You know he rolls up in the caddy,
It`s about that time to go roasts and vogue,
I`ma go on the passenger side, fuckin` with every last hoe,
Nigga Russ was up in that car shop,
Ready to get all the seats fixed,
Let me go scope me a kneefit, so I can go out to the Freaknik,
Shit, I`m the lyrical genius,
Drop down on your knees to the penis,
The nigga be talkin` the shit about my family, but I never did seen it
I`m larger than large, if you came home with two heroin charges,
And I still got somethin` stashed in the garages,
Y`all is petty, it`s gone take two to fill my stamina,
When I pass the camera, flash, fuck the amateurs,
Ya better be top notch, or I`ma cock my rhyme glock,
To wound ya, and paint your death with my autograph on your tumor,
Chorus
Third Verse:
I`m straight from the ghetto, the Mac they make the foes shake,
Then I left that spot and I went to the T, where the triflin` hoes play,
They comin` to me and, they blowin` that funky fire,
I`m grabbin` a beer and, them blunts be gettin` me higher,
Due to my clique I walked to the front door,
Hope it ain`t them po-po`s,
I looked through the blinds, it went through my mind,
What I have to run for?,
Nobody would want to test me,
Especially comin` to arrest me,
Old body and soul, it`s a must I leave you cold,
Keep it chilly chilly, when I`m jigglin` jigglin` money,
Some niggas say okay, but you can say no way,
I`m drinkin` for honey,
If I wouldn`t be kickin` these rhymes so funky,
You and your crew would never have bought my shit like junkies,
A part of a ki is all that I need,
To get on my feet, up outta the weed,
The capital C, I do it for weed, and even a G for slangin` them kis,
I`m puttin` in it your face, Juvenile lookin` for a bitch now,
Don`t have no time for no foreplay, I`m simply gonna lay this dick down
Niggas be comin` with dope lines,
Gimme the chance I`ma flow mine,
I`m tearin` this bitch up in no time,
