Double S, never less baby 
Twista and Scott Storch in a dropped Porsche 
That new [bad word]  check it out 
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My neck on bling, cris on chill 
Standing on the corner steady, trying to make a mill 
When [bad word] to hustling, got to get it how you live 
And I'm on [bad word] up, so [bad word] how you feel 

[Verse One] 
My fingers on frost, ears on froze 
Hanging at the club while hoes slide down the pole 
Rolling with the Gs and the Foes and the Souls 
With two [bad word] on my arms, sporting thousand dollar clothes 
Looking kind of stunning, so the cameras on flick 
Ain't no [bad word] out here that can do it like this 
On top of my game, and when a hater's all fall 
Imma be smiling, revealing my grill from Paul Wall 
Shake it for me [bad word]  let me see you get loose 
Let me see you sipping on some [bad word] that's 80 proof 
Let me see if Imma let you get up in the 'lac 
Bend over so I can see how Imma hit it from the back 
I hustle wit the rhymes, but I'm better wit the keys 
And I'm clubbin' wit the pees, I get cheddar wit the fees 
I'm always on the hustle, so don't ask why I succeed 
I got flows, I got dro, I got whatever u need 
 [bad word]  2X] 

[Verse Two] 
Tires on shine, rims on gloss 
When [bad word] to mobbing, Imma [bad word] boss 
I stay making paper, behind the mic and on the tipping 
I ain't stingy wit the dust, the whole crew ride slick 
Think you [bad word] on the [bad word] t, I doubt that 
My flow will make your booty move, like a house track 
Have 'em at the party screaming, "Get the doe", "Get the doe" 
And if I ever go broke, I guarantee to bounce back 
If beats was like a tipper, then my flow would play the cane 
Got [bad word] to make you float off the floor, like David Blaine 
You rich because I spit it universal to the [bad word] 
And I circle with some guns, blow out purple out my lungs 
I pimp and [bad word] a [bad word]  I don't need to buy her 'lacs 
I be on the move, staying paid pushing Cadillacs 
Investing in my raps, if I don't make a quarter back 
I throw eight balls to my homies, on the corners like quarterbacks 
 [bad word]  2X] 
 [bad word]  2X] 
Let me break your back shawty, show me what u got shawty 
We some motherfuking killers, Chicago made niggaz making figures 

[Verse Three] 
Teeth on bling, rolly on flick 
Standing on the stage while I'm holding on my [bad word] 
Bout to spit a new verse off out the mobstaz new [bad word] 
Holla walla pop the colla on my new outfit 
If you want war, you think you got rounds [bad word] get me 
I think you better go smoke a whole pound of that sticky 
keep on talking that you're not hate around [bad word] 
Imma dodge that [bad word] that put it down for the city 
 [bad word]  4X]