Zapp IV beneath the ashtray woofers in the back

Water in the duals make loud glass pack

Gold tippytoes without a liquor crown

Bought a set of vogues and left the stickers on

Seven grand worth a buck for the trunks

Paid cash all ones

Some old bitch came up to me and said "What's the latest bro?"

I said "I'm tryin to have more chips than Las Vegas hoe"

She said "Can I roll with you? I get the dicks hard"

I said, "You can work the strips and on my boulevard"

"How much would I make?" I said, "Mega

Just bring me back my scrill scratch paper"

Heart heart money money street street hustle

Sex, drugs, smuggle, bubble

Horns, dialin, speakers, subbin

Sound just like the inside of a club-bin

How many times could a Conrad come so buttery?

Always on to' back have people lovin me

Alcoholic drunk that ain't no gimmick B

I'm always in and out the Betty Ford clinic see

Drunk paraphenalia cream butterscotch

Illegal like a garbage of hover rocks

Workin off my pager you know the ropes I'm makin that

cabbage cornbread like Oprah

Diamond satch-uels from ja-fuckin-hoe

Pose just like a pimp smokin a honey blunt

In a Major Way I tried to told ya

Niggaz have my shit fucked back in the days but now they know a

Sold a bunch of units underground

They was bumpin Save a Hoe in every town

Rumor has it that I died I got smoked main

But I'm alive, they was talkin about somebody else main

*chorus*

We say dem niggaz P.H.

But dey really ain't knowin, dey ain't no

Me rather stack more papes

And steady get to bubblin, yeah fo' sho'

Revenues, on my mind

I can't hold back, now's the time