[Hook] I can be real nice, or I can be real mean I can get down and dirty, or I could be real clean I can get real quiet, or I could be real loud Might just walk inside the club and just spazz out Bitches errywhere when I spazz out Bottles here and there when I spazz out Money everywhere when I spazz out Then I passed out
[Verse 1: Waka] Seven chains on me (Flex! ) I could be Mr. T (Flex! ) My boys got no limit I could be Master P (Flocka! ) I'm so fuckin' G (Uh! ) Bitches after me (Flocka! ) Paparazzi flashin' cameras, they all over me (Flocka! ) I could be drinkin' brown (What else?) I could be drinkin' white (Oh, what?) Bottom triple cup, drinkin' mud plus ice Shawty, don't lose your life Choose your words right You could be in the ground with worms, niggas and ground mice
[Verse 2: Chill Will]
These days I look at everything sideways Custom street? got them broads lookin' my way They know Chill Will all about his dividends Swag president, drug evidence I'm a computer with this now, call me Dow Jones When I compute her with your headlight in my zone I done seen some things, touched some things you've never touched I can roll the dice, hit numbers you ain't never bought
[Verse 3: P Smurf] I ain't choose the game, the game chose me So, I been playin' in the game since I was three feet My girl wash my clothes, and O's fallin' out my jeans Good thing she ain't find it? behind the? machine Between the devil and God, I don't know who to thank So I just try to get money, I don't care who to bank You oughta be glad I ain't robbin' and stealin' Cause what I'm dealin', it got the palms of my hands peelin'