[Verse 1] I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me My gat talk for me, BOW! What up homie My watch saying hi shorty we can be friends My whip saying quit playing b**h get in My earring saying we can hit the mall together Shorty its only right that we ball together I'm into bigger things y'all n***az y'all know my style Ya wrist bling bling, my sh** bling blow My pinky ring talk it say fifty I'm sick That's why these n***az is on my dick Some hate me, some love my hits Flex my man he gon bump my sh** See I'm a liar and I really don't care I tell them hoes whatever they wanna hear You try and play me I'ma blaze ya then My ?ross cost more than the crib ya momma raised ya in [Chorus: repeat 2x] I was a poor n***a Now I'm a rich n***a Getting paper now you can't tell me sh** n***a You can find me in the fo' dot six n***a In the backseat fondling ya b**h n***a [Verse 2] New York n***az, copy n***az like it's all good f** around we crip-walking in the wrong hood I'm fresh up out the slammer, I ain't no f**ing bama
I'm from NY whody, but I know country grammar See me I get it crunk, n***az go head and front I go up out the trunk, come back, rollout I'm done (yeah) My money come in lumps, my pockets got the mumps You see me sitting on dubs, that's why u mad chump Don't make me hit ya up, 50 cent will split ya up I lay you down, them coroners will come and get ya up See 50 play fa keeps, and 50 stay wit heat I can't go commercial, they love me in the street I'm real bloody man, the hood love me man Don't make me show up in ya crib like bro-man Locked up in a pen, I still do my thing C-O screaming shut the f** up in the pen [Chorus (2x)] I'm in the Benz on Monday, the BM on Tuesday Range on Wednesday, Thursday I'm in the hooptay Porsche on Friday, I do things my way Vipe or Vette, I tear up the highway Shorty she can tell ya about my dick game But she don't know me, she only know my nickname Left the hood and came back, damn sh** changed These young boys, they done got they own work man [Chorus (2x)]