Bruh Bruh I know people be looking at me when people be seeing me jumping out of these big wheels*
They be seing all these diamonds on a b**h bruh bruh I know what people be saying
"god damn he look like he sell dope" [Chorus]
Big stones round my neck bb's hoe quarter million dollar whip
Look like I turned pro shirt match his shoes don't I be styling
Bro I'll be got damn look like I sell dope Blue plastic cup wit that vodka in it fo' door po stains with that choppa in it
Look like my porshe be shopping it got new shoes on it almost
Look good as I do with all my j**els on choppa cost 100 dollaz came with 50 shots
100 karet bracelet it cost me 5 blocks new era fitted
39.99 forty of the same ones 39 forty times and jeezy's watch is fresh denim
Cost half a stack got some fourteens denim cost me half a crack
Pull out every dolla in my pocket just to buy the smoke ill be got damn look like I sell dope. [Chorus: x2]
Big stones round my neck bb's hoe quarter million dollar whip
Look like I turned pro shirt match his shoes don't I be styling
Bro I'll be got damn look like I sell dope Loso I still got that d-boy with me ey Plies what it look like homie there it go.
Whats up son what it look like look like I sell dope maybe this hooks right
It could be that its true maybe im at it too this on the mom
[ Plies Lyrics by Ben Jones ]
I rich and me chatted too I aint selling dope baby im selling
Hope you can see that im a star then get ur telescope
My shawty mama always looking at me sideways I keep on pulling different cars
Up in her driveway they see a n***a bread so it might trigga feds I tell they hatin a**
I do like biggie said rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
Then I kick a few flows so I can get a few hoes loso. [Chorus: x2]
Big stones round my neck bb's hoe quarter million dollar whip
Look like I turned pro shirt match his shoes don't I be styling
Bro I'll be got damn look like I sell dope Whats up bruh bruh may 25TH bruh
I know what the f** you thankin I look like a drug dealer that what my partner
Thinkin I done wacked a judge n***a threw so much money in this b**h
Coulda bought the club n***a and if I ever go broke I'ma rob the plug n***a police
Followin me he thank I sell chillzas all these diamonds on me thank they come from the kitchen
Ask me where im going told em im going fishin headed to the strip club finna catch me some b**hes
12 noon im ridin quarter million dolla car straight hood n***a feelin like a f**in star
Drank cognac smellin like the f**in bar from the looks of the watch he must be sellin boy
All dis money homie must be a d-boy buyin by the 2's talkin bout the f**in joy
f** em by the 3's talkin bout them f**in who*es it 2 o'clock in the evenin he must be unemployed. [Chorus: x2]
Big stones round my neck bb's hoe quarter million dollar
Whip look like I turned pro shirt match his shoes don't I be styling
Bro I'll be got damn look like I sell dope. Ha!