[Russell Lee]
Yeah, Yeah
I`m a spit some of this real game
Some real shit
Some real talk
Na, na
Whoa-oh, Whoa
[Richie Rich]
Ugh, check my watch
Check my chain
It`s simple and plain
The Chevy wit the blew out brains
As I bounce and mash
Count this cash
Floss and flash
Cop and blow a zip wit Bash
Since everything is big in Texas then where`s the zag`s?
I`m a cross the finish line
Tell me where`s the flags?
Brought my rag top
Should have brought the Jag
On the beach me and Beesh
Look at all this ass
I could tell you stories but can show you cash
Give you game and secrets that I know you`ll pass
To the next playa hater
And he`ll break like glass
Now I got a bunch of people digging` through my pads
So I choose to floss
Cuz who`s the boss, let`s ink it
It`s Richie Rich for those who thought re-think it
Some yell it and tell it
I blow it and smoke it and smell it
Let`s spend tokens wit my people who sell it, what?
[Chorus]: Russell Lee
I can show you better than I can tell ya, tell ya
I can show you better than I can tell ya, tell ya
I can show you better than I can tell ya, whoa yeah
But it`s really nothin` though [But it`s really nothin` though]
But it`s really nothin` though [But it`s really nothin` though]
[Baby Bash]
I could show you somethin` dirty deep up in them corners mayne
What the deal?
I could bend the block and make it hotter than a Forman grill
I got the keys to the Chevy Caprice
I could show you mother fuckin` snitches straight to Belize
Now that`s low
Fa sho`, conspiracy and parole
I could show you real cats doin` time over a ho
I could show you poor and happy, or rich one`s that lose they mind
I could show you dime pieces in school fashion design
I could show you street lights and heart beak hotels
I could show you young cats gettin` popped wit yayo
Down to do what I gotta do to satisfy the man in me
And from the looks of thangs the popo`s ain`t understandin` me
The original digital scale reader
The pedigree playa who be stackin` his Velveeta
I could show you boss stuntin` so fuckin` disgustin`
I could show you rapper`s frontin` but mayne it`s really nothin`
[Chorus]
[A-Wax]
I could show you
I could reach you and teach you
I know you and where you comin` from
I understand it
This been goin` on forever dog
It`s no end
Life is like a bullet in your back from a close friend
Disappointed to the point where I`m runnin` by myself
Never knowin` where I`m goin` start to wonder myself, yeah
Money was a necessity
My greed got the best of me
You think you smokin` Uncle B
Who got the recipe?
I`m sayin` it`s nothin`
I say it sincerely, and speakin` clearly
I`d rather you respect me than fear me
I came a long way and still I got a while to go
You probably thinkin` to yourself What`s he smilin` for?
My dog Bash about to be platinum doin` his thang
So if you hate him for it, boy you fakin` and know it
We takin` this money
Big bundles of bills
I`m like a whole `nother person when it come to this skrill
