V'room on a Yamaha chromed-out eleven hundred Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy Cash money still a company, and, bitch, I'm the boss What I'm doing? Getting money What we doing? Getting money What they doing? Hating on us, but they

We gold, we gold, we shine Eh, ah, eh, ah Wo-oh, shine your light Wo-oh, set the world on fire Wo-oh, shine tonight Wo-oh (Set the world on fire) Eh, oh, a shining star Don't matter where you are Hey there rock star

I've already been there, done that And I'm done with you messing with my mind The last time was the last time, baby I can only change who I am so much, And all I can give is all my love And my love ain't never been enough I ain't, I ain't coming back So

What they want, what they want, what they want Dollar signs, yeah, I know its what they want Y'all ain't foolin' me at all They let us in the rap game I swear they let me in the motherfucking rap game Got a chick, I call her Lola She feel like the ocean

I've been through hell Can't find my doctor My bones can't take the ache If ya dance with the devil Your day will come to pay Fuel injected dreams Are bursting at the seams Am I in Persia

She's my one and only I ain't gonna leave my lady I ain't going no where She's still loving me 'Cause she's truly mine And most of what she does Makes me feel so good inside Ya make no mistake Though I caused her so much pain

On some rodeo man Best thing he ever did was leave ya You better pull yourself together Tina, I swear you're better Than just waiting around Don't talk about him, Tina You gotta get yourself up and dust them boots off Ain't no use in staying sad or

You know we've got to find a way Picket lines and picket signs Don't punish me with brutality What's going on Ya, what's going on Right on baby Mother, mother There's too many of you crying

The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga Ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga A crack a ki' a crumb do it fifty mo' times The quarter go for 5 and the half go for 9 Still in the trapp wit them break down dimes Hit me on the hipper

"Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side" (Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side) Ladies and gentlemen, fresh! T.I.P., hey! I know a lot of y'all niggas out there, man who ain't up on this down south shit