Ayy, what's up bitches, Megan, and I'm from South Park And if it's bout some motherfuckin' money, we can talk Ayy, a lot of bitches hate me, and these niggas too But when you gettin' money, that's what haters supposed to do Ayy, bitch, I'm out here shinin', I'm really Houston's finest I don't know if he lookin' at the titties or these diamonds These hoes can't stand me, niggas want my panties And I threw the H up when I bought home all them Grammys Henny cake on my watch, yeah, thick brown skin with the long hair Diamonds all on my G-string, but I'm still eatin' that T-piece Used to meet my tricks at Papados, hit the bar with all my hoes Take me to the Galleria, tell that nigga to buy me those Ayy, drip creator, the inventor of the flavor The P stand for pimp, and it don't stand for pushin' paper This pain is nine later, but the car Mercedes Benz Nine days, it's splashed times, it's Maybachs on G-10s 16s on onion rings, cars laced like shoestrings It's a dream to drop your top and come down, Luther King We the reason why y'all diamond grills and ice-chain medallions This the city with no Dr. Neeta, you might make a stayin' New Ferrari, it's Italian, and the rapper paid for it Comin' down to Ace Time, trickin' off when he was bored It ain't *** I can't afford, no deal, Rolls-Royce Quarter-million-dollar diamond in my face, tears of joy Lookin' like a legend when I slide up gently They askin' for the king, nigga, tell them Blunt sent me They waitin' on the lack, and not the one that's black I'm in the 76, hog crawlin' like a Razorback I caught your bitch lookin', the wet-paint cushion Shot the deuce and kept pushin' on the double-stitch cushion Special and spectacular, slab-riding *** Of the tutlers out here runnin' like a Hellcat Challenger, Martin Luther Master, Cullen Street Captain Top-heel back, all white like a napkin Runnin' like a stallion, south side of town Call me Don Quixote, yeah, Mr. Condat Rockboard, nigga, dog meat holdin' I'm patrollin' on the blacktop Hands in and out my fuckin' pockets, pullin' racks out Grabbin' on the wheel, lookin' backwards when I back out Clutch city, niggas gettin' they bread and droppin' lactops Exotic in the air, drank it clean, I'm in the turning lane Glass house in the bunner, the frame, my nigga, murder game Tearin' up the runway, serious when I'm far as you slide Trunk closed, bangin', nigga, soundin' like it's war inside When it's money, we gon' wake up and go run and dine In the trenches, lurkin' for that sack, I'ma go hunt and dine They ask me why I do it, ho, I do it for the H T-E-X-A-S, this for the state, nigga, Crockwood Ace time, splash time The most copied and underappreciated city in the game, man You know it take ten female artists to make a man gonna stay And then this a nigga wanna be sauce walkin' Every record label in America Yeah, rapper puttin' drip and splash in they songs Y'all know where y'all get that drip from And we been drapin' just after three in the mornin' Lil' Kiki, know what I'm sayin'? You spit me, keep our name, I chop my off like pokey See, you spit me, yeah, I, everybody wanna have double cups See, everybody wanna have a big booty, cutie on duty Double cup polluted, stupid, you spit me We the ones got y'all on that enemy Y'all wasn't talkin' bout no Dragon Ball Z I'm out here in academia, none of that tet-tet-tet-tet-tita Yeah, we got y'all talkin' bout some business, this, business, that Know what I'm sayin'? This New Houston We gon' keep drippin' on and keep pimpin' on Y'all gon' keep sippin' on Yeah, this the city of the hot girls and the cold players You spit me, pee Yeah, we cold-hearted out here, pee in the baby girls, hot-headed Go ahead We cold-hearted out here, pee in the baby girls, hot-headed