I bet bitches and hoes, money and clothesI had it before, but I'm out to get moreYeah, Kev, man, *, we done had some bad bitches in our day, manYou know, I pimp em, you save emIt's time to come a new level, you knowCause, uh, I'm all about getting paid, man* that, you know what I'm sayin'?I blow on a bitchYou know, * emBut, uh, let's do this *, manI came through the doorSomebody said that beforeI never let no hoes magnetize me no moreBut they sweatin' me and tellin' me and beggin' me to *Yeah, right, niggaKev, they can't get enough of thatBig bad ass always, dig em down tight with the whole nineNigga, that's why you can best bet I keep a bad bitch with me at all timesSee, we old school, meaning we done already been there, nigga, done thatHooked up with the captain so we can find us with some moeWell, I've been gone for a while with my folks, 45 Zarelli4545Everybody talkin' about chicken eatin' good out on tourCause you got a big ass bellyIt's goin' down tonight, even Sally Sale can seeDone hooked up with my weepos and BecksAnd he's the one that hooked up the beatI'm tryin' to get you in the mood and set the *** offI'll be just as good as Tiger WoodsPuttin' each hole with the lights offSay it isn't so, it's your play cousin, Captain Sabre HallI've had thousands in the past, but now I'm out to get moeI've been bitchin' at home, money and clothesI had it before, but I'm out to get moeYeah, man, see, we talkin' about bitches that's already ridin' Benz's and *Workin' at law firms, you know, a bitch that'll take care of a niggaI've been bitchin' at home, money and clothesI had it before, but I'm out to get moeYeah, yeah, man, see, I don't think motherfuckers is feelin' this, manYou gotta break that * down and let a motherfucker know how it really isI'm known all around the world as your ghetto heroYeah, I can say my nameFrom the Yank to L.A. and ChicagoSo all you player hatersCome out and playI'm fresh off the cleaners with my Versace KMade more investments than Versace, Dooney and Burke and even GuessI'm that chocolate brother with the C tattooed on my chestThey say that game is to be sold and not towedMade a call to my nigga badass, got a loan and now it's on meI roll a S500 brushed out, chrome 20s on a straight laceA presidential on your nigga wrist with the parvade out faceHoes always keepin' up cause I'm always spinnin' G'sI'm known all around the world as your ghetto heroBut * figure niggas can't though cause their cash flow is on freeSo tell me who got the thriller, who got the cash, who got the hoes?Nigga, we doNow tell me who got the thriller, who got the cash, who got the hoes?Nigga, if we don't, I'll sellI've had bitches and hoes, money and clothesI had it before, but I'm out to get moreYeah, Banks, you know what I'm sayin'?I understand what you're sayin' and everythingBut now I'm not, I don't know, manI'm havin' a hard timeI've had bitches and hoes, money and clothesI had it before, but I'm out to get moreI mean, I don't know if you can feel me, but you know what I'm sayin'?Check this out, hold on, pull over right here, man, right over here at the bus stopWhat's up, baby?It's me againIt's Captain SheezyHow many kids you got?Three?Oh, that's coolNah, baby, Durant opened on WednesdayWe can go get the baby some underwearOld Tay-Tay need some SimilacAll don't tripI got some fools down still left overYeah, babyI got youI've had bitches and hoes, money and clothesI had it before, but I'm out to get more