Pull up, in that black on black wit black tent,
bitches lookin past tense doin back flips,
nitroglicerin, Mike Jones did it when he siked on bitches from back then,
as if, I'm a joe off of pussy and ass,
hookers and scags i'm on the block lookin fa cash,
if a nigga would a hollered then wouldn't ya laugh,
but now i'm sittin sideways bitches wanna try may,
wanna ride wit a nigga eat fridays,
no way i go wit myself,
if i smash, gotta leave when i'm done,
bitch kick rocks i hit you gotta split,
oh i gotta whip gotta crib got some chips,
you holler like a bitch who wouldn't holla when i dint,
tryin to get a kick out a nigga wit cash,
shit, stupid trix betta get you a tab,
cause i was doin good even though it looked bad,
laughed on the trolley cause i had a book bag,
but i wasn't studyin, the shit had cash,
now i gotta enough money to buy ya trick ass.