[Chorus] I'm a real nigga homie tote six figures only Gotta pistol you don't want it boy you know what it is I'm way flyer my pays way higher If they ever mention sire boy you know what it is Ain't about drama you don't want no problems I'll up that Llama boy you know what it is I get money all I count is big money Dick is all she get from me boy you know what it is Ay ay ay ay ay, boy you know what it is
The wait is over here we go again I'm back in the play I sell another couple mill and take it back to the A I take another couple mill and put it back in the safe Five cash for the crib on the back of the lake I'm up in Crucial 2 stepping with the gat in the waist T.I. ain't in the street no more fuck ho' dat what they say? The men trying when you see 'em boy you have to be great The pistol hit you in the face your teeth they have to replace That's if you lucky nigga trust me it don't hurt me to take A 100 thousands to them Haitians you'll be murdered today
Women sweating when they see me I'm apparently hot Had the album of the year nigga Grammy or not Remember all day I used to stand in the spot With two revolvers in my pocket pitchin' handling rocks But now chart topping in a car I ain't got I am the number one customer at my own car lot You want to know how much money I'm makin' just imagine a lot (10-20) I'm probably making more than you'd imagine I got (30-40) Listen closer I need to know if you understand me or not Because you disrespecting me you and your man will be shot
Went from the king of the south to the king of the states Riding in a car you probably never seen in the states No idea how much yay' I can bring in the states You can get a hundred on 'em four million a day Frank Lucas ain't the only one who made a million in a day But it's an American gangsta right here in your face And you don't want to see PSC in the scene with AK You think you runnin' up and robbin' that ain't even the case Just 'cause you get away that don't mean its OK You a dead man walkin' and I mean it OK?