Yeah, what's crackin' y'all?Dub C, still chasin' his cheesePuttin' it down, what's up Nate?Nigga, I ain't rich yetI'm still stackin' cheeseAin't afraid to bust backFaith was all I needNigga, I ain't rich yetI'm still stackin' cheeseAin't afraid to bust backFaith was all I needWhat they hit for?Look, I'm sick of all this chattin'Bullshit rappin'Let's really get to the crackin'Y'all niggas ain't ready for a niggaThat's gettin' taped by folksScraped by Dyche ShakerAnd white Chuck TaylorsDork bad niggasAnd Fetty with big ass facesBlue Gator StasisXO by the casesThe Roddering LeaderWith weed and Mosaic smashin'Your bangin' bassSo they givin' it upBack at ya, blastin' yaAll brand assassinerJacket for figures, come onTurn it up to rockWith a repetitive offenderThe Pugil TenorThe Big SpenderThe realest nigga you knowSmallest nigga you knowLike Dodo and PunoSick with the flowSwaggin' lolos and hardiesGivin' a gas to revanchersAnd throwin' parole partiesEx-criminal turned corporateElevatin' my game to worldwideNation tippin'I'm pepper trippin', yeahNigga, I ain't rich yetI'm still stackin' cheeseAin't afraid to bust backFaith was all I needNigga, I ain't rich yetI'm still stackin' cheeseAin't afraid to bust backFaith was all I needBig beams and big wings and big screamsBefore y'all stance a ghetto nigga with big dreamsI blow the dice, close my eyes and rich roll em'Take my handkerchief and fold em'Y'all know the sloganRiders don't worry, multiplyShip gears, toss fingers in the sky* hoes and stay highThe bigger the lick, the bigger the hitTo cash it allSo rather they ready or not, I'm snatchin' it allWood grains and chrome frames, the motors swingA trick that won't singTransported them things* the Pugs, * the Pugs, * the Pugs, * the Pugs, * the Pugs, * the Pugs, * the Pugs, * the Pugs, * the PugsGive me your label, ain't * funnyLook, I'm tryin' to touch that Russian Lyoko's moneyGet them Devils money and blow Dozier with my sash on richAnd get my dick licked by them baddest bitchFager, midway major with touch * that ain't got like three-way pagersNigga, I'm paper trippin'Nigga, I ain't rich yetI'm still stackin' cheeseAin't afraid to bust backFaith was all I needNigga, I ain't rich yetI'm still stackin' cheeseAin't afraid to bust backFaith was all I needPaper is all I needTestin', testin', broadcastin' liveAll day, I'm lettin' it go for 14 nightsNo polish, no cut, just a bomb powwowGot to get my hands on that new body styleBoss on your niggas, toss liquor upA real boss on your niggas, toss liquor upRugged niggas smokin' on a cigarette buttMan, *, and I ain't lettin' a peddle upCause all these songs on my radio ain't ghetto enoughShut it up up with the dick and the cutI'm sweatin' the bustDubs easy, forever, get it, I'm onHands down, I'm the motherfuckin' manWho else can take a gang?I'll be turnin' to a national danceGivin' the fans a glance of a riderSackin' his pants with my rag on my caneSteady to the P1 stance, niggaWorldwide, ridin', collidin'Foolish and silly, yours to get onI ain't rich yetI'm still stackin' G'sAin't afraid to bust backPaper's all I needNigga, I ain't rich yetI'm still stackin' G'sAin't afraid to bust backPaper's all I needDub CGhetto extraordinaireHood fastComin' through with fingers in the airY'all know what time it isNigga, I ain't rich yetI'm still stackin' G'sSome dolla dolla dollas