| Yo, who got the right to flip, twice the whips
|
| Time to get paid, get twice the chips
|
| See law ain’t no good unless two dice hit
|
| Hate me even if I didn’t ice my shit
|
| Fuck niggas, make that money and lots of it
|
| Sold four million and somebody got to love it
|
| They want Mase for video, ain’t in the budget
|
| I can’t take a piss without a bitch tryin' to rub it
|
| How could you know like this
|
| When it’s because of me a nigga know what nice is
|
| I was 60 I have flow-itis
|
| I like my weed green and my hoe’s dyke-ish
|
| You know you like this, young kid’ll live by Goldie advice’s
|
| Pimp hoe’s that come across so righteous
|
| Fuck though, promote on the rolley ices
|
| Yo, that’s why my jewelery looks snow whitish, come on
|
| If you wanna party come and shake your body
|
| If you wanna party, put 'em in the air
|
| Over there, over there
|
| If you wanna party, come and shake your body
|
| If you wanna party, put 'em in the air
|
| Over there, over there
|
| Yo I’m tryin' to live my life the largest, vipers in garages
|
| 'Nuff money to go to court and fight the charges
|
| Everybody stare at myse the hardest
|
| That’s why I’m in them all night menages
|
| Besides B I G, the critically acclaimed
|
| I vow, they ever bring the city to shame
|
| I pulled up the prettiest things, the prettiest range
|
| The prettiest cars, and the prettiest stars
|
| By far the prettiest misses, I pull up in the prettiest sixes
|
| So by the time you get the six bitch, I have the seven
|
| By the time you get the seven, I switch to the eight
|
| When it time I get this cake, a bitch could wait
|
| They know I could sell five so they ship me eight, come on
|
| If you wanna party come and shake your body
|
| If you wanna party, put 'em in the air
|
| Over there, over there
|
| If you wanna party, come and shake your body
|
| If you wanna party, put 'em in the air
|
| Over there, over there
|
| Yo, why I’mma envy the lives or envy the guys
|
| Who be frontin' in the six that’s really a five
|
| You could see I still got it by the look in my eyes
|
| I’mma blue collar criminal, crook in disguise
|
| It don’t matter if it rain, I got a pool inside
|
| And a stretch range so at least 20 could ride
|
| And I could tell fake platinum from a mile away
|
| When I rap, yo' hundred and fifty thou' get paid
|
| So until then nigga, I style away
|
| Four point six swit' to the cal' away
|
| I’m gettin' honey, I ain’t with the beefin' going on
|
| I look at nigga’s cars, alot a leasin' goin' on
|
| My heat get raised up, streets gets blazed up
|
| Until a nigga find my dough and pays up
|
| I lays up fuck, 'til my days up
|
| Doggy style, so bitch don’t fuck my ways up, come on
|
| If you wanna party come and shake your body
|
| If you wanna party, put 'em in the air
|
| Over there, over there
|
| If you wanna party, come and shake your body
|
| If you wanna party, put 'em in the air
|
| Over there, over there
|
| If you wanna party come and shake your body
|
| If you wanna party, put 'em in the air
|
| Over there, over there |