I got my converse check, my pistol check My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck The respect come first then the money and the power We got more cake to make, let's ride I got my converse check, my pistol check My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck The respect come first then the money and the power We got more cake to make, let's ride They thought I'd be another one hit wonder Until I pulled up to the V M A's in one big Hummer You know I'm a big stunna just like Baby Fool Brand new Bentley Fanna baby blue Uh Deano hit me now I got cheddar to make You thinking Condo I'm thinking fifty eight to a state You got your crib on a hill, I got my crib on a lake What, where I'm from we like our music screwed up Uh, the blades chop we use jewelry and stage props We hate cops 'cause everyday we get stopped For ridin' spinners plus they know I got my pistol on me You try to jack me for my 'lac they gon' miss you homey I got my converse check, my pistol check My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck The respect come first then the money and the power We got more cake to make, let's ride I got my converse check, my pistol check My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck The respect come first then the money and the power We got more cake to make, let's ride Yo Will-Lean let's roll man, let's ride We gotta go homey, let's ride You know how we do it though, let's ride Let's ride, let's ride Uh I'm too street to go pop but I pop heat in the street I'm not braggin', G-5 wagon when I speed in my jeep Customized, bubble eyed with DVD's in the head Rest look I hope you potty-trained 'cause the tech'll leave you wet Let's make a bet I stay on top and keep a new whip off the lot Fifty weeks on the billboard dog I'm too hot But when I do drop you better move out 'cause I'm comin' Niggaz like roaches when the lights on they runnin' Ten years and gunnin' just like M.O.P Fuck strugglin-I get my publishin ain't shit for free I get that big bread, I'm making big chips You get killed at the beginnin' I get them big strips I got my converse check, my pistol check My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck The respect come first then the money and the power We got more cake to make, let's ride I got my converse check, my pistol check My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck The respect come first then the money and the power We got more cake to make, let's ride I'm a diplomat like Jim Jones, next els and sprint phones I'm try na own ten homes yo rap money been gone I'm harder then y'all better yet I'm smarter then y'all I don't need yo ass nigga-regardless I ball I got that hot shit that you bump in yo drop top shit Bentley cocked hit the old folks like stop it You know I drop hits every time I spit fire Who ever told you I ain't ballin'-a damn lier I got my converse check, my pistol check My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck The respect come first then the money and the power We got more cake to make, let's ride I got my converse check, my pistol check My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck The respect come first then the money and the power We got more cake to make, let's ride Haha let's ride you know I make the music You can ride to, get high to, get fly to Yeah like them Ruff Ryder niggaz I make that shit you can ride-or-die to Holly at ya boy, Houston we have a problem Red spider on the B, we gettin' cheddar now We on another level now haha © CAREERS-BMG MUSIC PUBLISHING INC; CLOVER G MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com