[chorus:]
Whats 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 thats 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 youve seen the new whip know they add nine 0s
Now Im up to 2 bricks, a seventy two 0s
If you counting by the whips than its eight different flows
Im heavy luva, with the diamonds and broads
Too heavy luva, with the cocaine and cars
And what I hop in, its my option
To shift the mash quit tryin to get in the dash
[chorus:]
Whats 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 thats my style
[verse 2:]
Now if its on with the bricks and the bag baby
You come short, Im a bust your head baby
They name a dope man whodi
Yeah thats me, Im out that 5-0-4 plus that c-p-3
Give me an ounce and ima 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 heres 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 wasnt work, when I was local playa
Im worldwide, you haters cant take it you petrified
Then let me lose after I reveal thuggin with p
Its no limit till I die yall cant get with me
[chorus:]
Whats 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 thats my style
[verse 3:]
I dont like violence but ha thats no shy logic
Dont 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 ima big spinner so I dont really talk to much
Got guns, really big ones, think rap softens us up
See I love my fans but I dont love them haters
I dont 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, shaqs out
Leave them looking like mugsy bogues
Zoom zoom, 1100s I still ride it slow
Not the type thats gonna floss
But I aint 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 whats up what us
Now whats up with yall, uh-ha
[chorus:]
Whats 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 thats my style
