all my cash, I'm down to change Its time to move away [JD] Skateboard, I hear what you sayin man Its kinda hard not to get caught up Lotta fly
my neck and wrist shine for a mile She wanna see it up close then she gotta walk it out Im tha king of this rap shit f**k they talkin bout Niggas cant
Ok I'm leaning to the left flag in my right pockets star track fly, unidentified flying objects extraterrestrial I?m all about my decimels retarded in
with a swag In Miami I leans in my F Crown with a swag Even out in Houston I play the mall with a swag When I'm out in California I play the Porsche
to Marquesha) (And to my homegirl Tasha) OK one simple question for the countdown The money and the CD What was song number 1, (Come and Talk to Me) Ah Jodeci [* Explosion *] [Jodeci talking
Yeah, yeah, check, check See I ain't about playin', Leezy 'bout cash in advance Cash in on the casual, actual, factual plan Makin' a killin' man, went
so u understand it, so u know I'm 'bout that bread And don't you try to play me for no joke about my cash Before I get the tip I get the heat up out the
Nasdaq And gotta re-half that, just pass that We 'gon clash black for playin' the middle like ya ass crack You can ball over here, I play pass that Exotic cats love to talk
be talkin' out the side of your mouth So I put the gem star on the side of your mouth I ain?t sell no records, made no cash yet Fuck dude,' cause my
(Gudda Gudda) Gudda Yeah, Ok Im leanin to the left, fla-flag in my right pocket Star Treck fly, unidentified flying objects Extraterrestrial I?m all
a pacifier You (pass a fly?) watchin' life pass you by You couldn't make it to the top in an elevator You think I want a sorry bitch? Never player [Chorus
Yo, Short man I was with this chick the other night She was like hey Diddy, umm, Diddy Why you so motherfuckin' fly? I had to tell her bitch, I'm just
using my dick cause I'm slick with a fly bitch And Rappin' ass Ron is my psychopath sidekick Two hardhead niggas, yeah, we advocate violence Talking
rhymin' Rollin' in a drop-top straight high-sidin' On you, boy, I'm poppin' the most I come from Oakland, don't play me close 'Cause I'm a player, love to play
, punks, drunk of Dom, silk and gators Spittin' words makin' birds till they flock see you later Whether, drunk or high, skunk or Thai Nigga play against some playa shit, slugs gon' fly
and fly big-booty girls Oh yeah, you can bet, That ya' boy ain't gon' miss the set! Chorus Verse 2 Nightfall begin to slumber Saw this real fly girl
, best to believe I'm moving right Keep my business on the low, you best to believe I'm outta sight I like money, money, money, girls, girls, cash, cash
do? Concoct and serve heat You lookin' at me, I'm scopin' on you But you don't know my shit is right nigga, so fuck you Everybody talkin' 'bout, "Money ain't a thang" Everybody talkin