Fat Pat - Rags to Riches lyrics

(*DJ Screw talking*) Ha-ha, boys ain't gon like this know I'm saying Houston Txas, Screwed Up Click Bar None Click what's up Lil' O, Fat Pat (Yungstar), know I'm saying we deep down here in the South Putting it down know I'm saying, let y'all boys know the real [Hook: Yungstar - 2x] It's like rags to riches, Cadillacs and b**hes Champagne in the club, acting bad taking pictures Strapped at all times, cause these haters wanna k** us Hundred dollar billers, trying to stack seven figgas [Lil' O] I'm Gucci shaded up, big Benz plated up Boppers looking like what, man this boy done came up But my life still strenuous, the average hustler would faint But even in my darkest hour, I shine like candy paint I hit the freeway, sipping coedine I'm out of drank, got's to go get some mo' lean I'm starched and ironed, bald fade b**h I'm so clean Deuce out the roof, Southside pocket full of green Know what I'm saying, hit a lick bought a brick so I could make mo' scrilla This for my certified thugs, in Hiram-Clarke to the Village For my hustlers in Southwest, Woolfair and Clubkrey To all my 8900, Braeswood block G's For my n***as in the 3rd, Sunnyside and the 4 For my n***as in Mo City, Sugarland and South Park It's Lil' O, bar none boys from the South to the North I represent hustle city, had to break these boys off [Fat Pat] I'm talking rags to riches, mobbing for b**hes Sliding on my switches, Southside got riches How'd you figga, we wouldn't make that cash Mash up on the gas, now we pa**ed up your a** Climbing the ladder, squash the chatter watch the plexers It's Houston Texas, nationwide watch me wreck it Long and strong, riding with that playa Lil' O So watch your girl, 'fore I take that motherf**ing ho [Hook - 2x] (*DJ Screw talking*) Know I'm saying, this how it's going down Riding on you punk b**hes and snitches Out for our riches, know I'm saying H-Town Texas, feel us, Screwed Up baby fo' life Everyday and all day, Southsi' for li'