My perfect day consists of waken up next to beautiful girls//
dressed in goochi silk langerie and there usual pearls//
breakfast made..bacon n eggs..served on a Golden Plate//
as I count last nights earnings from all da Stolen Frieight//
dressed to the nines, geard up wit all da newest kinds//
see what crews is doin crimes..see who got caught and is doin time//
cause I dont lift a finger..sweat a drop..open an eye//
why would I, when I got these brave troops hopin ta die//
strokin each side of ma crisp dollas on ma face//
go to the bottom floor and put da dollas in da safe//
now its gettin late, gotta decide the days plannin//
spend da day gamblin or sittin on da beach tannin//
not to energetic da evenin promises to excite//
partyin all night wit da mintest girls, that are better than alright//
do what i do wit da afternoon, blast da tunes and pass da shrooms//
smoke da weed eat some chips, get a bitch to get on her knees//
read her lips let her see ya dick..tell her she needs the shit then feed her it//
then send her wit some cash to get somethin to dress her ass//
head for da shower fast the jams r startin in less then half//
hop in da limo head to tha partys address//
wit da girls dressed on ya shoulders that stand to impress//
open da criss...girls hopin ta kiss..musics blarin..wit a bitch gropin ya wrist//
illest shit parties bumps all night nothin can ruin da trend//
go home wake up tomorrow and den do it again//