[00:00.00] 作曲 : Chauncey Hollis/Rakim Mayers
[00:01.85]Uh, uh, I said it must be, cause a nigga got dough
[00:06.60]Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
[00:09.15]Hoes at my shows they be strippin’ off they clothes
[00:11.99]And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes
[00:15.06]Niggas talk shit ’til they get lockjaw
[00:16.87]
[00:18.07]Chrome to ya dome ’til ya get glockjaw
[00:19.94]
[00:20.89]Party like a cowboy or a rockstar
[00:23.65]Everybody play the tough guy ’til shit pop off
[00:26.61]Let’s take it to the basics
[00:28.11]You in the midst the greatness
[00:29.55]My Martin was a Maison, rocked Margiela with no laces
[00:32.49]Cristal go by the cases, wait hold up that was racist
[00:34.96]I would prefer the Aces, ain’t no different when you taste it
[00:38.26]A 40 ounce to chase it, that’s just an understatement
[00:41.14]I’m early to the party but my ‘Rari is the latest
[00:44.29]Somehow it seems girls in they late teens
[00:47.02]Remind me your favorite jeans cause they naked cause you famous
[00:49.93]Life’s a bitch ain’t it? These other rappers aimless
[00:52.18]
[00:52.97]So tell me what your name is I’mma tell it to my stainless
[00:55.91]You aim it for you bang it let that banger leave you brainless
[00:58.28]
[00:58.84]It’s just me, myself, and I and niggas that I came with
[01:01.94]Miscellaneous niggas wanna hate on me
[01:04.70]Until I tell them to they face they ain’t no G
[01:07.40]Low key, niggas mad cause I’m smooth puffin’ zig zag
[01:10.83]Tell ‘em quit the riff raff ****ing with yo bitch ass
[01:13.58][Hook]
[01:28.01]
[01:37.15]Yes I’m the shit, tell me do it stink?
[01:39.78]It feel good wakin’ up to money in the bank
[01:42.78]Three model niggas, ****ing on the sink
[01:45.35]And I’m so ’bout it ’bout it I might roll up in a tank
[01:48.35]Cause my chain came from Cuba, got a lock up on the link
[01:51.22]And them red bottom loafers just to compliment the mink
[01:53.60]
[01:54.26]Eyes chink, rollin’ up that dank, blowin’ on that stank
[01:57.09]Whatchu mean? Tell me what you drink, I’m on that kissing pink
[01:59.96]You could call me Billy Gates, got a crib in every state
[02:03.09]Man on the moon, got a condo out in space
[02:05.90]Open up your legs, tell me how it taste
[02:08.96]And them niggas talkin’ shit so tell them “tell it to my face”
[02:12.02]Tell that nigga, hop up on my dick, rolled up on her quick
[02:14.72]In a six, told her suck the dick, motorboat her tits
[02:17.60]I’m the shit, niggas mad cause I’m smooth puffin’ zig zags
[02:20.80]Tell ‘em quit the riff raff ****ing with yo bitch ass
[02:23.68][Hook]

作曲 : Chauncey Hollis/Rakim Mayers
Uh, uh, I said it must be, cause a nigga got dough
Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
Hoes at my shows they be strippin’ off they clothes
And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes
Niggas talk shit ’til they get lockjaw
Chrome to ya dome ’til ya get glockjaw
Party like a cowboy or a rockstar
Everybody play the tough guy ’til shit pop off
Let’s take it to the basics
You in the midst the greatness
My Martin was a Maison, rocked Margiela with no laces
Cristal go by the cases, wait hold up that was racist
I would prefer the Aces, ain’t no different when you taste it
A 40 ounce to chase it, that’s just an understatement
I’m early to the party but my ‘Rari is the latest
Somehow it seems girls in they late teens
Remind me your favorite jeans cause they naked cause you famous
Life’s a bitch ain’t it? These other rappers aimless
So tell me what your name is I’mma tell it to my stainless
You aim it for you bang it let that banger leave you brainless
It’s just me, myself, and I and niggas that I came with
Miscellaneous niggas wanna hate on me
Until I tell them to they face they ain’t no G
Low key, niggas mad cause I’m smooth puffin’ zig zag
Tell ‘em quit the riff raff ****ing with yo bitch ass

Yes I’m the shit, tell me do it stink?
It feel good wakin’ up to money in the bank
Three model niggas, ****ing on the sink
And I’m so ’bout it ’bout it I might roll up in a tank
Cause my chain came from Cuba, got a lock up on the link
And them red bottom loafers just to compliment the mink
Eyes chink, rollin’ up that dank, blowin’ on that stank
Whatchu mean? Tell me what you drink, I’m on that kissing pink
You could call me Billy Gates, got a crib in every state
Man on the moon, got a condo out in space
Open up your legs, tell me how it taste
And them niggas talkin’ shit so tell them “tell it to my face”
Tell that nigga, hop up on my dick, rolled up on her quick
In a six, told her suck the dick, motorboat her tits
I’m the shit, niggas mad cause I’m smooth puffin’ zig zags
Tell ‘em quit the riff raff ****ing with yo bitch ass