Count my green (my green) Or get in between (those titties) Like my women (like what?) Thick and pretty (pretty and thick) Like my money (woo) Thick and pretty (thick and pretty) Money and bad bitches Hundreds and fifties (fifties) Bitches with titties

One, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I slide (slide) When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide Know what I'm saying, know what I'm saying Know

Love throw a line On you and me Just before the blood runs into the valley Let's write a story of, a title wave We run out of luck, we run out of days We run out of gas, hundred miles away From a station There's a war and a plague yeah, smoke and

Nigga fuck you and your fake well wishing Forty thousand in my pocket (you see it) Another twenty on the way (you see it, ay) I got a fish for a dollar (you see it, uh) Five hundred for the Jays (you see it, ay) I get money out the ass (you see it) I

I see jiggaboos, I see Styrofoams Pimp-pimp hooray Get God on the phone Where did we go wrong? Seen black turn 'em Burgundy Hundred of them, I know I'm greedy Stuck inside the belly of the beast Can you please pray for me? Said it won't be long

Wah wah waah, wah wah wah Wah wah wah Wah wah wah, wah wah wah They call, they call me the fat man 'Cause I weight two hundred pounds All the girls they love me 'Cause I know my way around I was standin', I was standin' on the corner Of Rampart and Canal

Tell me that the pussy is mine, yeah Tell me that that pussy is mine, ooh Is just like me Keep it one hundred babe We both know, I'm not the only one But when I'm there, you treat a nigga And that's probably why I always come, yeah

Loosen up and lose your mind You never know what you could find on the other side Oh oh, I'm dreaming up a world with you Oh oh, and all the things that we could do A hundred thousand butterflies Floating in the orange skies above my head All of the

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

Go down you Blood Red Roses Go down you pinks and posies Sailing out of Boston one hundred days at sea On the good ship Bonadventure, a'whaling men are we We set sail for the Cape Horn, where the seas are cold as ice The wind will bite right through you