Yeah, credit cap, yeah, credit cap, uh, credit cap, yeah, credit cap, yeah, credit cap, yeah, yeah Look, yo, streets credit cap, I'm a dimmer like Mr. Cap Bought me two bricks, I'ma sit it down, paid for the coat, n***a, and the smile Paid for the case, n***a, beat the trap, bought a Rolex, n***a, and the dial Gang a bad bitch, yeah, and they foul, gang a young n***a, yeah, and they wild Said pearly white, all my n***a gettin' head tonight, all my n***a gettin' bread tonight Send back n***a, said bread is right, two dope cars, two fifty thousand Ain't no scales, it's digital, cookin' them G's like Mr. Chaps, gettin' on the streets like credit caps I'm still rappin', I'm still trappin', on all my life, but I still clap him Yeah, I know I don't own a team, but so what, bitch, I'm still cappin' Guns up, my money stacked, my work guaranteed, money back I sold the dope and I slung the crack, twelve, twelve, twelve, them hunnid sacks I'm done with that, I had fun with that, y'all go ahead and y'all run with that Only thing about the game of life is, when you lose, you can't run it back Block boomin', spot boomin', start askin', stop assumin' Better than me, there's not a human, take the plates off, cop a new one Two dope cost me a quarter mil', make sure you knock off all the pills Spend a little extra, caught the deal, forty-four Bulldog off your grill First they get your name, then they get your fouls Then they sit you down, street life is critical Street's critical, I'm with them bulls like Mr. Cal Want me too rich, I'ma sit it down, pay for the car, nigga, and the smile Pay for the case, nigga, beat the trial, bought a Rolex, nigga, and the dial Gang of bad bitches, yeah, and they foul, gang of young niggas, yeah, and they wild That pearly white, all my niggas gettin' head tonight All my niggas gettin' bread tonight, sit back, man, ***, that bread is right Two dope cost two-fifty thou, and you know the scales is digital Cookin' them titties like Mr. Chaps, gettin' on the street like critical I'm 87, my blood lit, got a 40 Cal for the dumb *** Call it stupid head, not super head All in all, she a dumb bitch, my mind gone, my mind blown All the *** that my mind on, streets waitin' for niggas hatin' I'm still gettin' my shine on, my cup full, my pocket full My tank never on E, bitch, all them twos I be talkin' bout They ain't right, they on me, bitch Supper time, four nines, cookin' *** like dinner, ho Everyday's my birthday, it's like every month, September, ho Got this Rollie on, look at all them hoes Backpack, you don't know me, hoes Pyrex, there's a scale in the glass stove, I'll show you hoes All about my money, hold my money, fad your money slow Send back my money, bro, best believe me and my money know that Streets create a cow, I'm for the blood like Mr. Cow Want me too rich, call me sit it down Paid for the coat, nigga, and the smile Paid for the case, nigga, beat the trial Bought a Rolex, nigga, and the dial Gang a bad bitch, yeah, and they foul Gang a young niggas, yeah, and they wild That pearly white, all my niggas gettin' head tonight All my niggas gettin' bread tonight Send back, make sure that bread is right Two dope cars, 250,000 And you know scales is digital Cookin' them chickens like Mr. Chaps Yeah, I know the streets like critical