Skeme cruising, create and lead a rich lifestyle 5, 4, 3, 2, liftoff right now Boy, if you're talking money, this is how you might sound Stress on no haters, keep my paper long as nightgowns That money talking, I can't pipe down I seen a girl I used to hit, and she a wife now He think she perfect, me, I think that girl a pipehound Down since day one, so get the f** right out Cero, uno, cinco, seis Liked it while my records play Me and dough don't separate I need my dough everyday Industry, I'm in the streets Boy, that's where you'll find me at Riding Euro two-doors, you can't catch me in no Pontiac You rappers realize boring, so they lie instead The boys out here be sweeter than Hawaiian bread Road to the riches, I ain't never seen a light red All the sights saw me, homie, I'm a need a bobsled Unless she wifey, I do no cuddling, kissing or hugging Just hit here with that perfect stroke, no paintbrush Unless you're talking 'bout this bread, ain't no discussion You know crooked been a hundred from the get thugin Woah, don't stop, keep it flowing All this guap, I got to walk with my Glock lever showing From the block to the top, that's exactly where we going Counting cash 'til I here big at six in the morning