I ain't talkin bout school time
I'm talkin bout play time man
I'm talkin bout big boy playin, ya heard
Aye Jinsu, aye lift up the garage lil homie
It's time to ride out man
We finna show these niggas how to floss, ya heard
These haters are still on me
Hard times, tryna get em off me
Chicks runnin wild since Kelis made bossy
I'm still flossy, wrist and chain say Mr. Frosty
Lambo ridin low, no need to ask what it cost me
I'm big boss, gloss on the cross
Porsche navigation, never lost on the course
Mint, deal, or floor condition
Boys diss cause I can really get her
What his girl was wishin for
Plus four more, for sure, flyin star 4 door
At least a hundred G's per show for tour
(Scream at me) Comcast, I'm direct to your tv
You gotta look in a upward direction to see me
Pga on my lawn, I do more than move cd's
You best eat your Wheaties
And if you jealous, you can see these
Homeboy, this is what I do
And where I be and how I play
I get it in, get it in, get it in
And then I cash out, cash out
Homeboy, this is what I do
And where I be and how I play
I get it in, get it in, get it in
And then I cash out, cash out
Blinged out, the wrist dumb
Jin with the slick tongue
I'm bound to make the ckicks come my way
Lb Dub, G4, time to fly away
To the hideaway, land, have a meeting
Bounce back, we ain't gotta stay, ridin in privacy
I'm the hottest they seen since the dude on the first verse
Go search, travel with my own nurse
The garage is the last time I seen a toy
You seein me in somethin with the roof missin
Fishin for them dollars, no tie around the collar
But get exec money, not check to check money
I mean that guacamole, check the check, money
You never seen these kicks neither
Homeboy, this is what I do
And where I be and how I play
I get it in, get it in, get it in
And then I cash out, cash out
Homeboy, this is what I do
And where I be and how I play
I get it in, get it in, get it in
And then I cash out, cash out
Bw: Yo Jinsu, what it's lookin like?
Yj: It's lookin like a good look
Bw: We on the front cover?
Yj: Then it's lookin like a good book
Yj: All day on the grind. I know you bout your bread
I'm on shine, I ain't even in my pre-prime
I'm in the booth when it's beat time
Bw: It's money to be made
Yj: Yeah, I know I gotta see mine. Bow pass the torch
Bw: Jinsu, he gon be fine
Yj: We gettin paper like the money on rewind
Bw: Lobsters, we eat like mobsters when we dine
Both: That's the gang homie, we through