I stay paid and I like blades
Old school cars and lovin' Maze
I've got hoes, I can show
Gettin' money a, ridin' Rolls

Keep my grind I don't, waste my time
Comin' up, gettin' down for mines
I'm a ******* baby and I gots to have it
I'm a ******* baby and I gots to grab it, ah

Deep up in the game, ain't no stoppin'
I get my money like Johnny 'Guitar' Watson
Pimpin' them hoes and put the ***** on the track
And tell the ho to bring all my money back

I wanna holla at that boy Ike Turner
You gotta know it's 'bout the paper and you learn her
About gettin' on the corner for your daddy
What love got to do with it, I'm in the Caddy

I got a yellow-*** ho that'll suck you up
That'll blow in yo' butt ain't scared to ***k
And she'll bend over, take it like a G
Because you know the ***** down with Pimp C

I switched my name to Jack Tripper
Now the hoes tryin' to pull down my ***kin' zipper
And get to that snake with the cobra head
I got some homeboys doin' life in the fed

I'm a ******* baby and I gots to have it
I'm a ******* baby and I gots to grab it, ah
See me on the slab, whippin' in the Nav'
You already know I'm cookin' in the lab
See me on the slab, whippin' in the Nav'
You already know I'm cookin' in the lab

When I was young, all I wanted was a 'Llac
I used to think them *****z fiends that was blowin' on the weed sack
'Cause all I did was cut up cheese
And sell dope and come through with the thang with ease

I used to have, a 25 pistol
But now I got some **** that shoot like a missile
I tuck a AK, HK too *****
I eat you up I ain't goin' for that ho ****

Them other *****z playin' games in the streets
You think it's 'bout bein' lame and makin' lame beats
We ain't 'bout you and them ***** *****z
'Cause ***k boys, could easily get hit with the trigger

You think you rich? But you a *****
You see me in the club check my pitch
I'm down with J. Prince ***** and you know that
When we come through splittin' big *****z hats

I'm a ******* baby and I gots to have it
I'm a ******* baby and I gots to grab it, ah
I'm whippin in the Nav', comin' on the slab
You already know I'm cookin' in the lab
I'm whippin' in the Nav', comin' on the slab
You already know I'm cookin' in the lab

Twenty-fo' I'm a country star in a country car
Got a country-*** *****, sip country bar
Got a country son, got a country chain
Come and got in the car and grippin' country grain

Sweet Jones *****, Pimp know I'm talkin' 'bout?
Go out and get that ****
I'm talkin' 'bout doin', a million records independently sold
On yo' ***** ***

So when you see me in the city recognize I'm already paid
When you see me choppin' on blades, [Incomprehensible] *****
Not them phony-*** blades with no knockers on 'em
Representin' that side, P.A. to B-zay

And ain't no thang to beat a *****-*** *****
Ain't no Blood and no Crip, ***k-*** ***** I'm [Incomprehensible]
I told ya, *****