ISlow down baby, and let you miss me. I don't go down babyThe wild west back is finna go down baby. I'm mr. Proud what you want to know now, babyI can buy the bar cuz I'm so damn crazy. Or we can get a drink and do a ghost like SwayzeI don't smoke buzz but it's so damn hazy. The homies in the restroom blizzy and blazyIn the back, and I ain't trying to hide that. Them jeans tight, mom loving how you wear thatA ring that's large and something you can stare at. Your boys in charge and mommy I can spread thatMe and my g's hit the club and they like oh 12 deep in the stretch slackLil' Moe, you can be my superwoman like Lil' MoeAnd when we walkin' through the building lights, you guys ain't knowI hit the block and the top, there I go. And if you talkin' money by the stacks, there I goAnd if she lookin' fly, I'm a flirt, there I go. Cuz everywhere I go, I hear em sayin'They go, they go. And if you want a pro, you can brawl like a proAnd it ain't Chris Stylist, that's just a Van GoghAnd when I hit the club, watch him get it on the floorIt ain't kickin' if you got it, if you got it, throw some doughOld school photo, picture like a photoChrome 26's, move forwardLike slow-mo, my wrist freeze time, get money like YokoMove to the beeper, love my vocalsThe diamonds in my chain ain't hard to explainYou can see behind the tint, still shine when it rainYou cloudy in your plane, and I be sippin' vodka made by Mrs. Van GoghAnd everywhere I go, I walk with a limelightBank account full of new money, get your mind rightIf I'ma show you the time, you'll lose your eyesightYeah, the boy is bright, I stack money all day and I spend at nightScoop the girls, she can spend all nightAnd we can chief out her bones to pipesRaps and blunts, put it on your boy like a Tyson punchShe got brains that's good for lunchYeah, as I hit the block, in the drop, there I goAnd if you talkin' money by the stacks, there I goAnd if she lookin' fly, I'ma flirt, there I goCause everywhere I go, I am sayingAnd if you want a bro, you can crawl like a proAnd it ain't Chris Stiles, it's that Mr. Van GoghAnd when I hit the club, watch him get it on the floorIt ain't kickin' if you got it, if you got it, throw some doughPull up, beatin' in a big bodyBig body on 24's, call itBig body, helicopter motor, pockets thick-waddedShe lookin' for a baller, your gang done ride itSee me in the streets, you say, there we goAlways with your caddy, gotta get that doughLayin' these raps, stackin' these stacksDouble layer case, can't be mad at thatLA G's, know you hatin' thatCar haters, Miami, can't go back to backBaudonnas and winchels, how about that?Practice count money, y'all fame goin' yakDoin' Vegas runs off Kush in a blackGotta get it, gotta get it, yeahLike that, move through the city with my ten-half crackMackin' out the river with my gang in the packSoon as I hit the block, in the drop, there I goAnd if you talkin' money, by the stacks, there I goAnd if she lookin' fly, I'ma flirt, there I goCause everywhere I go, I hear him sayin', they goAnd if you wanna ball, ball like a proAnd it ain't Chris Dallas, that's Mr. Van GoghAnd when I hit the club, watch him get it on the floorIt ain't kickin' if you got it, if you got it, throw some doughSoon as I hit the block, in the drop, there I goAnd if you talkin' money, by the stacks, there I goAnd if she lookin' fly, I'ma flirt, there I goCause everywhere I go, I hear him sayin', they goAnd if you wanna ball, ball like a proAnd it ain't Chris Dallas, that's Mr. Van GoghAnd when I hit the club, watch him get it on the floorIt ain't kickin' if you got it, if you got it, throw some doughSoon as I hit the club, watch him get it on the floor