| This is a day in the life
|
| See I make big money, and I fuck niggas wives
|
| And I only skate twenty-fo's
|
| Young pimpin still slammin them Chevrolet doors
|
| This is a day in the life
|
| See I make big money, and I fuck niggas wives
|
| And I only skate twenty-fo's
|
| Young pimpin still slammin them Cadillac doors
|
| Got my old school Chevelle, and it’s ruby and brown
|
| And the car make that «vroom-vroom, schrrrr"sound
|
| When I pass by ya place, they say «turn down the bass»
|
| But I keep on turnin it up
|
| I know ya don’t like me, talkin about’cha wan' fight me
|
| Jump brave dame, show me what’s up
|
| Movin on to some other thangs, I just want some chicken wangs
|
| With a lil' barbecue sauce
|
| Say my money young honey, what the fuck, is you a dummy?
|
| Shit, actin like yo ass is the boss
|
| That sign say McDonalds, not Mac’Kims
|
| Actin like you’re shy, with them dirty ass Tim’s
|
| Move over, Range Rover
|
| I’m comin in this bitch much colder
|
| In a chromed-out, shagged-down Escalade
|
| Bass turned up, sittin peanut-butter suede
|
| I’m thirty-five years old, and I’m filthy rich
|
| And by the way dude, I been fuckin ya bitch
|
| And I got her buck-naked, ridin up in the Vette
|
| And every time she see me, young pussy get wet
|
| You might love your baby-momma, but I like her a lot
|
| For real though dude, you ain’t got what I got
|
| And that lil' girl buddy, she look like Wayne
|
| Maybe you should think about changin a name
|
| I got another story, let me tell ya how it go
|
| 'Bout a football nigga, that was fuckin my ho
|
| He was hangin with the tramp, like day and night
|
| But what dude don’t know, is that I’m fuckin his wife
|
| And by the way mistaaaa, I even fucked ya sistaaaa
|
| I got’cha momma fucked up, payin all of my bills
|
| And your grandmother bought me some spinnin wheels
|
| I stay sharp from my head, to my belt, to my toes
|
| Call me «Rubber-Band Man"cause I keep bank rolls (Damn)
|
| These rookie view, but don’t attempt this at home
|
| Unless ya paint super-wet, and ya rims fully grown
|
| A lot of y’all niggas say I shine to much
|
| Weeelll, kiss my ass, y’all can suck my fuckin nuts
|
| Got lil' chrome jets, with livin room sets
|
| And every time I pass, your baby-momma turn her neck
|
| When I come through, bitches go «ohhhhhh»
|
| Niggas go «whooo you», nigga I’m a show you
|
| I’m sharpest that’cha ever seen, pimpin stay super-clean
|
| Shoes to the pants, to the shirt do me on the scene
|
| Five-million dead white boys in the bank
|
| And the check that the Williams brothers gave me is blank
|
| Got five-million nigga, put away for the fam'
|
| And five-million comin, nigga shit got-damn! |