We got them diamonds straight glossy now we know how to shine We got them hits steady rocking, yeah the radio's mine We got them magazine covers read the article line We got the whole club poppin cause we stay on our grind See we done came up (So what ya hatin) So why you trippin on our paper? We gone do it again Yeah, see we done came up (Now why ya hatin) So why you trippin on our paper? Hey!
Hey, now if it's on, then it's on I'm poppin like perion, congratulations to haters I'm Rocking like the Ramons The topic of every song, got paper like paper like Eddie Long Try to put down in my set, you get the [?] [?] I never would have made it if the bucket never fell Cause there's rap headquarters in the ghetto everywhere Turned nothing into something, then I do a hell yeah And some sykes to nikes, gucci one-hundred pair [?] on my label Josephine Baker that [? ] [?]You can be greater too if the jealous take off the veil Sippin on lady be good might convince me to go to jail Elevated my loot up in Africa with Chapel I used to be the joke of conversation in the past, But now they congratulate me But now they get a dose of [?] poppin the [?] The hood crowd, I hope now it's styrofoam in the glass I can see it my eyes, these bitches is really mad
See we done came up (So what ya hatin) So why you trippin on our paper? We gone do it again, Hey! See we done came up, Hey! (Now why ya hatin) So why you trippin on our paper? Oh-oh-oh-oh- ohhh, Yea!
Uh! The hood ain't been the same since the Old G's died. Some locked away doing life Me as young nigga, I'm gettin me Bps and boulders gone help me shine It's been hot around the way, niggas ain't got discipline Swear to God, it's the world that we're living in, nigga Bullshit niggas cross the head
Gotta bring the work in, then want more bread
You feel me! Let the truth be told Remember when I used to pay 5 flat for a [?] The first day double up in an hour Work like a fiend, damn
I was the shoes My watch was a Guess Cool water cologne, smell so fresh The Cuban lint layin on my chest, ya feel me!
See we done came up (Ohhh) (So what ya hatin) So why you trippin on our paper? (On our paper!) We gone do it again See we done came up (came up!) (Now why ya hatin) So why you trippin on our paper? Oh-oh-oh-oh- ohhh, Yea!
Yea, we gettin money My dog came and snatched a bird from me My old lady caught me cheatin on her with her with her friend Starting going on, you ain't go no ends You must be hater you ain't got no life I know ain't a soldier you ain't go stripes Something going on, what it is Briscoe! I tell 'em bitches that I'm touchin nosey ass [?] Just know that, ya boy one-hundred I had to show my lil whoday how to cut a hundred Open like a girl, straight like that Hit me with a spoon, bring that back Bring that dope, I bring that hood I bring that good, you bring the wood Something going on, I'm going on right now Them poor boys
(Ohh) See we done came up (came up, yeaah!) (So what ya hatin) So why you trippin on our paper? (Why?) We gone do it again, Hey! See we done came up, (again and again) (Now why ya hatin) So why you trippin on the paper? (Yea! Know how to shine, yeah! And the radio's mine!)