Big Tymers F/ Cadillac, Stone
Nigga I don't give a fuck
We got Baby, Lac and Stone
I'm a neighborhood superstar
I'll cook anything from a ki of coke
Like brand new Hot Boy Reeboks
On my blocks stepping 'em up
If anything been scoring from me
I let my l'il round hustle
As long as they score for me
Look if I pull up on the block
Since I opened up this set 'chere
Ain't nobody selling shit nigga
All I know is crack slanging and block hanging
On the corner [in] front the store
These niggas know my game
And tell 'em stay focused
And front all the street hustlers
That white and that blue car
And the dirt that my niggas do
Got l'il whodie running water
And we 'bout to cook these quarters
The twenty under the seat
For my son and my daughter
Start cooking these quarters
These niggas want it hard
If I pull up dressed in all black
Cause a nigga didn't pay 'Lac
And I know that he sold out
Put something in my street sweeper
Knock a hole up out his pa chest
And a tongue out his ma mouth
For the drought in the fall
Hot Boys vacating the pop
The Feds call my 'hood a Payday
Cuz it's packed with nuts
Ghetto rich money stashed
Ten a ki from Fresh and Atrice bruh
Cause the people ride fast
I'm going out with a blast
Break ya off ya face B.G.
Cadillac's the name I run with
Push a platinum Escalade truck
Now the Jag you saw me driving
That's for everyday stuntin'
So you can see when I'm coming
I don't give a fuck nigga
Ain't no rules in the streets
You know money come first
I don't wanna hear no stories
And everytime ya heard my name
I just rap to clear my name
And smuggle bundles of that raw
Always rap so what you lames
I represent to the fullest
Ain't nobody pulling strangs here
In the cost Bible murders
All i know is gun slanging and head banging
Drop change like a motherfucker
Type of nigga who'll bat a bitch
Type of nigga who'll do a snitch
I'm one of them niggas that don't bring it
Like Rob Deniero, Rob Banks
And bang out with the law
Look here I come from the projects
I'm cooking up whole thangs
'Till they hard like concrete
For niggas that don't know
I'm the number one stunna
And watch how quick it come back
I rock a oyster-faced Roley
Ice cover the wrist whodie
I'll pull up at Washington [and] Six
Bet I could fuck any bitch
I push a lavender Porsche Carerra
To floss with the rainy weather
The seats they ain't customized
For catching me on the interstate drunk
I don't like when they too much
T-shirt, Girbauds, Reeboks
Killa, ain't no stopping it
Off top, can't pop this bitch
Baller Blockin' you understand
New Edition of Cash Money