KD had called and gave me the word
Said this ***** had ten birds, in Augusta for the week
From the islands, as soon as K told me this ****, I started smiling
'Cause all I could see was money piling, ****, on top of money
Now, can't you come up with the money for the week, and Chesapeake
The heat made my ***** take a break
If I could catch all 10 of them *****es, and I don't look su****ious
I'ma sell the ***king quart for the A.A., ha ha

As I told K bye bye, he shot me advice
If you gone do it ***** do it *****, ***k thinking twice
This is ya ***** for life, go fight 'em fire for fire
Hit my hip when you finish said his calling card expired
Hung up the phone, contemplating on who help me do it
There's Kia and Jessica and then Rhonda truitt
Now Jessica to stupid and Kia lie to much
I guess I'll take Rhonda, 'cause Rhonda don't give a ***k

But first I got to pump her up, I'm give her what, 10 g's
Tell her if she really love me she would do this for me
Eternally we'll be together for better or for worse
But first we got to take these *****s to the hearse
Burst in they ****, get the bricks come back out
I'm be waiting in the Chevy, you know I'm ready to take em' out
If they front 'cha baby, come on, we make it we rich
Come on, ****, Rhonda, my down *** *****

Help me Rhonda, help
Help, help me Rhonda, help
Help me Rhonda, help
Help, help me Rhonda, help

Help me Rhonda, help
Help me Rhonda, help
Help me Rhonda, help
Help me Rhonda, help

Well, I'm the realist *****, I'm mo realer than reality
***k that dumb ****, it take nothing to a casualty
FBI be after me, quareter ki in my womanly
Coming back from St. Croix, First lady to Pastor Troy
Even I'm a Georgia Boy, 'cause boy I'm ready jack
All you got to say is where them ***** *****s hangin' at
Drop it like a maniac, set it off by myself
***k them ***** mother***kers and who ever else

Okay baby, you set it off, there will be no more living single
I'll be ready to tie the knot after we lick them for them blocks
Grab the glock, and shot out the lot, and keep on bustin'
Then I'm gone bust in cusin' and leave his punk *** fa' nothing
Now what's in store for you is 10 G's
That's enough for me, I don't give a fat ***k
What's the ***king hold up? About this time I saw a truck, to a familiar
K had said them mother***kers had a truck similiar

P***engers are him and her, playing some reggae ****
Two a.k.'s, me and my *****, one false move we gone spit
Guess the driver thank he slick, dred head mother***ker
Guess he most be know my *****, Rhonda watch them mother***kers
That owe 'em money, that what, with K.D. and Chesapeake
Heard that when he spoke with me and now her folk wanna smoke me
If he had the keys all I can do now is wonder
But for now me and Rhonda filling 'em up with the thunder

Help me Rhonda, help
Help me Rhonda, help
Help me Rhonda, help
Help me Rhonda, help

Help me Rhonda, help
Help me Rhonda, help
Help me Rhonda, help
Help me Rhonda, help