You're constantly askin me for somethin And when I say no you get mad, and you be wonderin Am I tryna act funny (no!) about some money I got you baby, you wanna share it with Sonny Well it ain't that much, and what I got I really need it I can't be givin Diana my dollars like Billy Dee did Keep your own hair fixed, get your own nails done Make your own money in case I don't have none But maybe you're hopin I'm a star and you might feel I'll pay a note on your car or a light bill Didn't catch it when you asked me did I come in a benz And did I have enough room for you & some of your friends, but Then it hit me You was bout tryna get some money, yup straight bullshit me (no!) Tryna see what you can get, even though we just met And you ain't even gave ya boy no pussy yet But if I asked you to suck on my dick, bitch Would ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!) And if I asked you to help on my rent, bitch Could ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!) You like to smoke all the time All my weed, ya eyes lower than mine But shit I ain't trippin, I bought a couple of dranks To get you drunk, dig in ya pussy and get my knuckles to stank A couple of bucks for your tank, yeah I'm cool with that But after I give you this cigarette and you keep askin for shit I'mma ask you if you think it is a lack of respect To pull out my dick and put it on the back of your neck Cuz see these women'll wait, bitches'll beg And 50, 60 dollars just might get you some head But I'd rather spend my money on some weed and wine It seems pussy should be free, ain't no need in buyin it Why don't you go half with me? But just like I thought, you was out to bullshit me Tryna see what you can get, even though we just met And you still ain't gave ya boy no pussy yet But if I asked you to suck on my dick, bitch Would ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!) And if I asked you to rub on your clit, bitch Could ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!) Now you asked me to buy you some gear You said you was tired of wearin the same bullshit all year Them big ol titties and ass is what you use to catch Niggas to buy expensive clothes with shoes to match I'll get some booze and a sack and we can hit the Kings Flea market shop till we drop, I'll probably get you a ring Around your collar want some dollars, hell I'll just foot the bill Give you a new pearl necklace and some polish for your grill I'm glad that I can satisfy the women with needs But when you want too much I'll put Jimmy up in you then leave I got three minutes left on my phone card Times are tougher than my dick when I'm on hard Can't do nothin for a bitch who can't do nothin for herself But you tryna squeeze a nigga until there's nothin left Tryna see what you can get, even though we just met And you still ain't gave ya boy no pussy yet But if I asked you to suck on my dick, bitch Would ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!) Or help me to get my transmission fixed, bitch Could ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!)

I can't stand (I can't stand) stupid bitches I keep away, they ain't ridin (my bone) Have no plans (no plans) with stupid bitches I tend to stray from stupid bitches

(Feat. Devin the Dude) [Chamillionaire] Oooh-ooooh-oooh-oo-ooh Just believe, something real freaky's going down Oooh-ooooh-oooh-oo-ooh Take a sip of this, and just let it relax your mind Oooh-ooooh-oooh-oo-ooh Please do not disturb, on the door you see that sign [Hook] Oooh-ooooh-oooh, I'm really feeling you If you can keep a secret, then I'll keep a secret too And this is what we'll do I'll, be your number two I can let you feel on me, if you just let me feel on you Oooh-ooooh-oooh, I know you got a man Your undercover lover, I can be your back up plan And we can just pretend we're, nothing more than friends The sex will never end, that way everybody wins [Chamillionaire] Their dorms, their college, their brains share knowledge I tip toe through the back do', and no one gon' hear about it And if your boo try to search you, and any clue get spotted I hope the lipstick, that is smeared on your top lip is not it Naw we don't sip Hpnotiq, we sipping Henny and some Crimevicts So take a sip of this, and just let it relax your mind Your body's calling me informing me, that you're freakier than normally Birthday suit has been worn for me, latex condom put on for me Protection in the briefcaser, plenty of lead with no eraser Trojan Man gotta be safer, ladies that plot for my treat paper Watching a man while he chase her, trying to figure out whether she faithful But the minute that he takes her, break them C-H-I-C taker He running round like he gangsta, don't think your girl can't get lead To the edge of the bedspread, hungry for sex she can get fed Spread her legs or get fed head, she's wearing that yellow pink thong She's got her wedding ring on, but it still never seems wrong, Koopa [Hook] [Chamillionaire] See getting money's like sex, and I'm having a manage G Gold diggers can't F' with me, like I'm having a manage me A hoe see the ice and she start trippin', like your broad can't skeet Koopa get a hot steamy ain't creamy, but uh-naw it ain't T If it's her first time with me, she'll do her thang like she knew me Can't stand a bourgie hoe, a bourgie hoe can't enthuse me or amuse me Can't stand a groupie, cause a groupie's purpose is usually to use me They usually hop on the next dick, when they see 50 Cent or Juve Who he that's Koopa, but he look like 50 Cent oh yeah Well G-G-G-G-ge-ge-ge-get the hell out of here yeah If this ain't just about the sex, don't waste your time Money jewelry and fame, should be the last thing on your mind You steady trying to be like them, Chamillion trying to be like Ben Franklin Cause a girl that I think is feeling me, say she like him aaah Don't worry naw, Koopa not disappointed I look to' as the do', stick my finger out like this and point it Leave, with me it's a ghetto version of Girls Gone Wild Niggas probably heard our sound, gotta use a very large towel To stick under the do' she's moaning, trying to wake up any sleep takers Screamin' obscenities at me, she got a foul mouth like she T. Draper Sheet shaker heat maker, wanna be down then I replace her Cameras'll get your cart I'm smart, you will not ever see the taper What we did let me lace ya, up in some game while she take a Sip of the Henny or a skeet taste of, some of this Rum minus the chaser yeah [Hook] [Chamillionaire] I got some Henn, got some Crime, got some Remmy and it's time To take a sip of this, and just let it relax your mind Your body is so fine, girl I'm peeping your design Somehow it feels right, tell me how can I decline Please do not disturb on that door, you see that sign There'll be no interrupting, something freaky on my mind Sipping going doo-own, stripping going doo-own She know what's on my mii-ind, I'm ready to bump and grii-ind Oooh-ooooh-ooo-oooh, oooh-ooooh-oooh-ooooh Oooh-ooooh-ooo-oooh, oooh-ooooh-oooh-ooooh [Devin the Dude] Your man used to fuck you down, but now he's slacked up She's runnin' all over town, I think he's gonna need back up I'll be your relief pitcher, dick up in your mitt There's no cork off in my bat, so it's somewhat illegal hit Boom over the fence, rinse off my balls when I'm finished Yes he's probably a good sport, but he's got you playing tennis Running after balls, dodging all your calls You're horny wanna grind him, but you just can't find him So here's what you do, call 832-567 You remember the rest, just ask for Devin Yes I'll come quick, but not too soon Leaving nutted rubbers, all over the room Don't forget to bring the pill, the dress I like and high heels Some extra panties if you will, we can chill I'll never wanna come between you and him, understand But if you ever need a back up plan, I'm your man [Hook]

Riding in my Caddy El Dorado on my gold things Speakers in the trunk The neighbors screaming causing road rage And you know that I'm Too busy to be bothered I don't answer when my phone rings Making money in the music business Like I'm in the dope game Like somebody came and lit the propane Oh bang [Hook 1: Rittz] Riding in my Chevy Monte Carlo on them chrome things Speakers in the trunk The neighbors screaming causing road rage And you know that I'm (Ya-uh-ya, ya-uh yeah!) Too busy to be bothered Rolling up and blowing smoke rings Making money in the music business Like I'm in the dope game Like somebody came and lit the propane I'm on fire Like I'm reunited with an old flame I'm on fire (Yeah!) Like somebody came and lit the propane I'm on fire Like I'm reunited with an old flame I'm on fire (Yeah!) I'm on fire Rittz up in this bitch They should nickname me classic Driving that classic Cadillac I fashion it in traffic Bout' to drop a classic album Here's a classic song to match it Jordans on my feet I hit the gas and then I pass them Smell the weed I'm chiefing Had to crack the window gasping Cussing out my homie Cuz' he's ashing on the missus in the back I said you pushin it You almost burned a hole Right through the cushions in my pillow seats They padded like a mattress Million dollar motive Call me Jonny Global Funny I remember how it felt when I was local Now we travel coast to coast Spanish bitches holler "Hola!" When I'm in my Arizona Home It's candy coated LoLo When you ride in chrome or solid gold You gotta showboat In my Monte Carlo Bout' to valet park it up at Fogo Haters they can hate But they can't take away my mojo I took my lady home I hit the club and rolled up solo When I'm Riding in my Chevy Monte Carlo on them chrome things Speakers in the trunk The neighbors screaming causing road rage And you know that I'm Too busy to be bothered Rolling up and blowing smoke rings Making money in the music business Like I'm in the dope game Like somebody came and lit the propane I'm on fire Pimp Tight, M-J-G I thought I told you serious Not a joke A real juicy pussy Poke her, I Fifty-five driver Never in a disguise, a Real nigga for real 90's era survivor Keep hoes hoeing As long as the wind blowing As long as the friends going That's how you get ten going That's multiplication and communication at its best Power and pimpin My manipulation is the test For all of the ones who think they are the greatest Their popularity is sinking Cuz' there you go again thinking Now I done told y'all niggas Wanting to be the best You gotta learn from the best Cuz' we invented the rest Yeah me and my O-G's The Run D-M-C's E-P-M-D's Rakim's and Eric B.'s The Geto Boys The Bun B's and the Pimp C's You might [?] a trick But you can't charge these I'm gone like a drone High in the sky I'm behind the wheel But I feel like I fly Pulling up chromey Got some cookies on me Continue to keep cool with cops all around me It's hot as Tabasco Press on the gas slow Blew at an ugly bitch She had a whole bunch of ass though Creeping, bending corners Like I did in nine-six $1.50 a gallon for gas Used to be higher'n a bitch Ride all day Smoke all night And play some funky music I hope y'all like In the hood all good Kenwood with the woofers Pulling up on d-boys, thugs, pimps, and hookers Look at D is what they say When they see me When I be coasting They be asking me for weed Because they know that I be smoking Every day, all day Nigga 24/7 I give them a hit then split They be like "Give me more, Devin" But I'm Riding in my Chevy Monte Carlo on them chrome things Speakers in the trunk The neighbors screaming causing road rage And you know that I'm Too busy to be bothered Rolling up and blowing smoke rings Making money in the music business Like I'm in the dope game Like somebody came and lit the propane I'm on fire Like I'm reunited with an old flame I'm on fire Like somebody came and lit the propane I'm on fire Like I'm reunited with an old flame I'm on fire I'm on fire (Ya-uh-ya, ya-uh yeah!) STRANGE MUSIC

You start as lil' bro Then you big bro You start as lil' homie Then you big homie Niggas know me The bitches know me Salute to the Goonies Do a stick up for me When I die blow some weed Pour some liquor for me Know I keep working the whip You couldn't get up on it I've been skrting' off since nextels was chirping off Looking at the stash house Could tell you what the dirt is for I could get deeper with it Tell you what niggas murder for All this fly shit that we living for Superstitious hand is itching I'm bout to get it though Can't trust niggas The UZI is by the kitchen door Be careful what you be wishing for Well to the well is empty What is money for Can't get nothing from nothing I prove different though But never say you gettin' the money Cause they be snitchin' y'all Handfuls out the turkey bag Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones Handfuls out the turkey bag Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack This shit is dreamy Got me weeding bout Nefertiti Bora Bora for a week When I leave Tahiti Campin' ain't' easy but the game still need me Only reason I'm around still I never got greedy The trippy thing about life Is you could live forever Keep your name good In the streets I'm tryna' do better Paper drip with sauce Yeah burnin' nice and slow Another million from the road I'm tryna buy another home I miss the jack, big forty on my lap While I'm ridin' a lot of good keep dyin' Half a pound to the neck I'ma grind tll I see the sunrise We don't rest man We don't even flex now We just feel blessed to wake up In the morning and take another breath Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones Handfuls out the turkey bag Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack Got my bottom bitch bliffin' paper When all the neighbours got the flavor like an hour later Fuck I hate her Mind tripped in like a smoke cloud When my loud niggas have it drippin' From the joint up in my fingers Dead ringers, Rig slingers No blue dreamers Our pants are gettn' fatter while your pockets gettin' leaner Every pack of lit do bring a limoncello so much sweeter Watch these bitches change up their demeanor The grass is greener A thousand lights, ladies bouncin' by the style in sight If you lookin' for the doctor, got to know you pound 'em right It's all gas, better haul ass like you got a hall pass To the spot, payment, all cash So let me light this one and make it smell lovely No matter what you do you could never be above me I keep pushin' till the Sun sets, until the break of dawn Concentrate, I'm dabbin' to the song Mind gone Handfuls out the turkey bag Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones Handfuls out the turkey bag Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack

Shiftin' lines from the paradigm sublime On the streets of Cali, yo what's goin' on in town Wanna see my name in lights like a star gleamin' I wanna make you feel somethin', excorcise your demons Every day's a struggle, tryna make a bundle How can you stay humble when the streets love you I got a bad habit, I'm a winning-addict Livin' in sin, tragic life is fucking short damn it Can't afford wasting time when life happens Gotta get to everyday like the days are trappening Now we worldwide, it means worlds collide And we killing everything, so rather die We move, work it, low rates through the whole State And watch the money rotate All gas, no brakes 'til my dough's straight Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Whether the streets are rappin' we get it both ways Now watch the money rotate Lost in the smoke, I knew I came from nothing Inhale, exhale like the pain is nothing Picadas drops and I need the vein conduction Toke's real cheap if it's the same for suction Turn on the beat, the feejees came from something Hit the screen, spit flame and leave you a brain concussion We all play games though none of you niggas call foul New York nigga, but you know I'm smokin' that North Cal See ya landin' in, we have the right to the board now Rather smoke four pounds than hit you with the four pound So you want juice, then visit me at the store now I was gettin toward now, before I tore, tore down Global 4G star, hit you with the full clam I got to burn it let's be real I'm wit, burnin' it be real Twenty-four-seven high is always how I be feel We move, work it, low rates through the whole State And watch the money rotate All gas, no brakes 'til my dough's straight Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Whether the streets are rappin' we get it both ways Now watch the money rotate All dedication, no education Livin' life every day like I'm on vacation Beach houses seem to be my favourite destination Fake friends, I'm sick of seeing smilin' faces Look, twenty years got him shook Another loss took, cold hearted crook What a vision I just wanna see my daughter smile Money pile in the closet man that shit is wild Love the struggle, it just made the hunger much realer I'm on top, millionaire, ex drug-dealer I bet the smoke in my lung burn much cleaner Than burnt rot with a toolie on those street-sweepers Bulletproof Cadillac that shit is presidential Pretty model bitch, got great potential Dirty money hidden all in the Renault Top dog in the game, I'm on another level We move, work it, low rates through the whole State And watch the money rotate All gas, no brakes 'til my dough's straight Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Whether the streets are rappin' we get it both ways Now watch the money rotate