Light somethin', stop frontin' How much money's enough? Think maybe like the trillion figures

Pray my daughter don't wild like the Hilton Sisters

That'd kill me yo, filthy rich

My daughter pass it on to the next generation Throwing carnations at my tombstone

In my new home, meet moms in my Yves St. Laurent suit on

Then we do a dance like my man Luther Jam

But my verse came first I stole change out her purse

Now I wanna dig her up outta the earth

Too morbid, learn forward toward a new paragraph

Blue carats, D-Class, strictly that kush in the weed bag Tryna figure out what Berry Gordy had put in production

Studio smoky now, hard like David Ruffin

Hit a spliff through a sance

And I, play on playa Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her

Gotta get your papes on, play on playa

Before it's all gone, sip ***, tip waiters

Do the yacht thing, mnage swing, baby Spendin' dubs on your buzz, gotta live crazy

Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her

Get your papes on, play on playa

Get your papes on, play on playa

Get your papes on Ruby red grapefruit juice with Grey Goose

Rubies in Hey-Zeus piece

Pimped out like Snoop be, but an East Coast thing

My girl stocking tied up in a knot, top of my bean head Billion dollar dream hear

Went from triple beams to digital

Serving fiends, the minimal, 60 G's, no criminal

No mo', just mo' doe, mimosas pouring, Oprah's earrings on fingers While your girl performs cunnilingus

'Cause this big money aroma lingers

Barber cleans his blade, then he give me a fade

Hot towel on the face Hot models who vomit after they eat so they can stay lightweight

Swallowing my protein like an Ovaltine shake

Come through like Moe Green from Godfather, so clean

Where I step, I Clorox it Keep 20 G's on both sides of the thighs, that's four pockets

Eighty thousand, browse for the nicest price

But we ain't into buying Conflict Ice

That's the **** they stole from the Congo and other black soil True mack for you, nappy hair, just spinnin'

Honey gave me a massage with the happy ending

Finest females I just came on, and sprayed her

Gotta get your papes on, play on playa Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her

Gotta get your papes on, play on playa

Before it's all gone, sip ***, tip waiters

Do the yacht thing, mnage swing, baby Spendin' dubs on your buzz, gotta live crazy

Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her

Get your papes on, play on playa It's kinda hard for a playa like you

But let me show you how a **** like me get revenue

What you never do is punk out, what you better do

Never let the game get ahead of you, get a better view Better yet a better crew, praise God, I'ma marry you

Get your homie, carry you, bury you

Slowly, roll me another blunt stuff it

Lick it, puff it, tuck it, **** it That man, that gang, that bang it was

In D O double G we trust

Yep yep, young loc with the two steps

He creepin' with two Tecs, he's sleepin' with two chicks Right before he blast, all you heard was two clicks

End of existence, for instance

Rewind it, replay it, re-chop it, remix it

Re-twist it, goddamn D O double G, 'cause we missed it Travel slow, I'm a Indian but not a Navajo

I smoke the big leaf in all the big deef's

My hair in two braids, I'm the big Chief

Ladahdah be dahdadah Yeah, break that down, how fresh ya are

The King from Queens, Mr. Escobar

Connect with the best from the west, yes yes ya are

Oh, my God, it's Snoop Dogg and Nas, playa play on