[Chorus x4]

Girls jock me

You cant knock me

We ghetto ballin

My real thugs got me



UNNGGHHHHHHHHH!



[Verse 1: Master P]

Love money, hate haters

10 years later, still gettin paper

Put 20's on the big wheel

It's Univeral now

Just signed a big deal

Party at the spot, come ball wit me

And if you aint a real Don

Stop calling me

It aint about what you got

Its who you are

My only bad habits are icey cars

Open up my mouth, didnt mean to blind ya

Take you to (?) just to wine and dine ya

You wanna make music girl look me up

And if your girlfriends cute boo

Hook me up, get your drank on

I got the tab, we dont speak on nuttin

That we really dont have

I told you it was a bentley

That was pickin you up

Moet and Cristal, we be mixin it up

Cuz, I'm the player made it cool to be cunt

Only run with the realest

Thats just business and money

Call me the big dog, yall the little cats

You aint a true hustler unless you lose it

And get it back



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[Verse 2: Lil Romeo]

Ok, we dont rent or lease

We do cars(Ya heard?)

Compare us to yall whodi, dont try

I got nine houses, eight cars

Take my little sister to Mattel to get toys

I bet we have how much? Thats only mine

And that frank limo cost sixty-five

Geeez, Oooh Wee, now why little boys

wanna hate on me?

We rock Grade A (?) to cubian stones

The only thing glowing is the ice on my arm

When I hit the playground, its time to go in

I made my first million at the age of ten

I love the girls, cuz the girls love me

You cant pick up a magazine without seein me

Six Flags, or the mall where you find me at

I could buy what I want

I need a whodi che