♪ ♪ Say, dawg, let's not get involved ♪ ♪ You don't want a tango, I'll dress you in a halo ♪ ♪ Cop the gauge, polka-dot your braids ♪ ♪ Face you with a chrome fold that'll lock your legs ♪ ♪ And you can't move, I roll big and I can't lose ♪ ♪ They watch so hard, ain't nothing I do that ain't news ♪ ♪ Carry it like I'm a stranger to the games ♪ ♪ I cut short any whisper that endanger my name ♪ ♪ I hold toast on both coasts, not for no joke ♪ ♪ I'm known in the streets, on the account, I know coke ♪ ♪ And we got work that the cops watch us, but that don't stop us ♪ ♪ We maneuver and move a little more cautious ♪ ♪ I hate to think that the dope game is my callin' ♪ ♪ Cause they got us singin' lullabies to our fallin' ♪ ♪ Good night, friend, till we meet again, but for now in your name ♪ ♪ We re-up and eat again, uh, I never front like I'm somethin' I'm not ♪ ♪ But bein' broke, well, that's just somethin' I'm not ♪ ♪ Y'all talk with hatred, but I live off that, and I lived off cocaine ♪ ♪ Way before I lived off rap, feel me, friend, if they could, they'd kill me, friend ♪ ♪ Cause I weigh too much, learn not to say too much, they couldn't take me in a CL ♪ ♪ That's way too much, and I'm too gone, y'all niggas can talk on ♪ ♪ They call me Mr. Please, believe it, believe it, please ♪ ♪ I put the pump in your mouth and help you breathe with ease ♪ ♪ This guy's in a hurry, ma, I can't even *** with you if you ain't in the itinerary ♪ ♪ I don't know what dudes is buyin', they jury, why's your ice cream like it's made by Ben and Jerry? ♪ ♪ Y'all the type of players that be gettin' two-day contracts, email snitch, got these in your two-way contacts ♪ ♪ I'm in the club sippin' on that New Zay Cognac, and the number nine joins with the deuce straight on back ♪ ♪ The street family's so cool, we can fool bitches, even if it was July and we had on wool bitches ♪ ♪ I got them Teflons to shove in the fold, I have undercovers in pole, recoverin' slow, the government know ♪ ♪ The kid been lovin' the dough since I was movin' white off the curb and shovelin' snow, ghetto ♪ ♪ I get the streets so numb, they call me Nova Cane, I turn over cane over and over again ♪ ♪ So much clientele, I could lose it all today, be back the next day, still up in the same way as I left ya ♪ ♪ Ballin' three gestures, down, up, and aim, I can define death better than Webster, wet ya, now bless ya, and off to my next venture ♪ ♪ Blocks on white June look like December, wintertime, snow everywhere, flow everywhere, so much dough, I fly my hoes everywhere, ask em' ♪ ♪ Push a T, push a ton, push a ton of that *** that make ya nose run, yes I'm holdin', whether it's heat or cokin' ♪ ♪ In the door panel of my four-wheel motion, ain't jokin', but I laugh how other flows convince you with money, it's funny, it's comedy central ♪ ♪ Mine's mental, others' is made of stencil, when I'm on vacation, my baby's ridin' the rental, I'm livid, they act as if I don't live it ♪ ♪ Saran wrap Vaseline, so they can't sniff it, Yves Saint Laurent knitted, shorts, Bermuda, you would think they was Gucci if you overlooked Medusa ♪ Damn right, you think I'm a freeloader, cuz? Nah, you know, cuz, cuz, man, don't even go there, cuz, you know you my nigga, man Nah, he said you was talkin' about me too much, you say I'm a freeloader and *** Nah, I was talkin' about that baby mama ***, cuz, you know, we was talkin' about in general all the bull*** that's goin' on right now, cuz Oh nah, man, this bitch crazy, man, I just can't wait to talk to you, man, this bitch got me stressed out like a mother***er, man, I don't even *** with this bitch, man You got me payin', you got me payin', like I'm payin' for your damn kids Good lookin' out, cuh, I got you though, cuh, I got you for all that ***, cuh Yeah, yeah, yeah, don't worry about it, I know you got me, but don't got me, get me Cuh, cuh, I know you ain't nothin' like that, cuh, cuh, I know you ain't gon' care like that, cuh I'm not sayin' all that Come on, cuh, we grew up together, cuh I know you got me, but you fat though If it's like that, cuh, I get the *** from my grandma in the morning, cuh It's too much *** going on right now It's too much *** that's goin' on right now I'm sayin' though, cuh, but you gon' care like that with me, cuh, I'm sayin' like that though, cuh I'm sayin' we grew up together, man, I'm sayin' Bitch, I know you ain't cryin', pretty, you cryin' It ain't like that, cuh, it ain't like that, cuh Roll up