(feat. 504 Boyz)



[Chorus:]

What's up playa? You looking slick with that

Hundred G chain with the bracelet to match

Check this out here whodi lay on the ground

For I show your clown ass how the hot boys sound

They going click click blow, blow click click blow,

Click click blow, blow click click blow

Click click blow, blow click click blow

Click click blow, blow that's my style



[Verse 1:]

Popping wit terror take it straight to guns

Or we could keep it corporate give up your block and run

Too much paper here to try and count my ones

Over here cross me our hollow wall is young

For our haters on the streets tryin to measure my blow

If you've seen the new whip know they add nine 0's

Now I'm up to 2 bricks, a seventy two 0's

If you counting by the whips than it's eight different flows

I'm heavy luva, with the diamonds and broads

Too heavy luva, with the cocaine and cars

And what I hop in, it's my option

To shift the mash quit tryin to get in the dash



[Chorus:]

What's up playa? You looking slick with that

Hundred G chain with the bracelet to match

Check this out here whodi lay on the ground

For I show your clown ass how the hot boys sound

They going click click blow, blow click click blow,

Click click blow, blow click click blow

Click click blow, blow click click blow

Click click blow, blow that's my style



[Verse 2:]

Now if it's on with the bricks and the bag BABY

You come short, I'm a bust your head BABY

They name a dope man whodi

Yeah that's me, I'm out that 5-0-4 plus that C-P-3

Give me an ounce and I'ma flip it to a brick figga

You got my scratch, if you snitching you a trick figga

Hit the pen, you probably gonna be a misfigga

So here's a glock for your chest I mean your tits trigga



Imagine, all the bricks in the projects smeared with cocaine

I be the richest young soldier in this rap game

All my money come in armor trucks

More cars, more houses, more freaks to pluck

You wasn't work, when I was local playa

I'm worldwide, you haters can't take it you petrified

Then let me lose after I reveal thuggin with p

It's no limit till I die y'all can't get with me



[Chorus:]

What's up playa? You looking slick with that

Hundred G chain with the bracelet to match

Check this out here whodi lay on the ground

For I show your clown ass how the hot boys sound

They going click click blow, blow click click blow,

Click click blow, blow click click blow

Click click blow, blow click click blow

Click click blow, blow that's my style



[Verse 3:]

I don't like violence but ha that's no shy logic

Don't like material stuff either, but sho got a lot of it

Just to make money off tha street na, I make it off the beat

Walk my rott off the leash right off the beach

Talking shit I'ma big spinner so I don't really talk to much

Got guns, really big ones, think rap softens us up

See I love my fans but I don't love them haters

I don't really like the fame much dog

But I show love to paper uh-huh

I want something bigger cause I love the dough

Niggas talk shit, Shaq's out

Leave them looking like Mugsy Bogues

Zoom Zoom, 1100's I still ride it slow

Not the type that's gonna floss

But I ain't gonna hide it though

Learn the game from my big brother

C-E-O now, Made Man, Shocker well..C-E-O sounds

We the type dog, go to sleep, wake up and ball

You know what's up what us

Now what's up with y'all, uh-ha



[Chorus:]

What's up playa? You looking slick with that

Hundred G chain with the bracelet to match

Check this out here whodi lay on the ground

For I show your clown ass how the hot boys sound

They going click click blow, blow click click blow,

Click click blow, blow click click blow

Click click blow, blow click click blow

Click click blow, blow that's my style