Success doesn't come chillin' in yo lazy boy Sippin' gin ' tonic In te back of my brand new pimped gut out range rover Stop smokin' chronic Don't work yourself, you work yourself, slow down homie, don't K's gotta little guote for bitches like yourself
Tu dis que tu es un gangster On m'a dit que tu es un wanster Te fais pas passer pour ce que t'es pas Devant lea k.p.o..e.i..c.t'as pas de poids Homie, oublie le fake et la frime Ne confond surtout pas le toc et l'or L'argent et le platine Arréte ton cinema boy We're looking at you Bitch, we don't belive you
Shoartey, you're fuckin' with the greatest Shoartey, you're rockin' the latest, thuggish shit No need to front, the game is over now And all my gonstas across the world If you can feel me, homie, holla back Yo, cheers to you coz we're livin' it up
You're now fucking with the best c'est le k au mic < pour mettre du poids au fight Get more money, it gets too funny Si je pese lourd en affaire J'suis un dealer de monnaie, Dis leur que tu me connais Pour nous c'est everyday, all day Et t'as k-maro, divin, we're too hot
We started broke, with a little passion Time flies, we're on top of the world Droppin' platinium shizzel all over the clubs What you see is what you get homie What you get is nothin' phony Anotha day anotha dollar it seems With the million dollar boy, we the winniest team