Money, cash, cars, clothes (C'mon) Boys and girls, this is how we play 2000, TP, c'mon uh uh C'mon yeah c'mon Rock Land baby, c'mon This is how we do it

Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch) Smack the shit outta him Young man, young man, I don't want to hear that no mo' Reportin' live from the glo pad Gang in this bitch You know how we rockin , cut off stockings Kush in my pocket nigga,

Maybach Music Yo this Chris Rock I'm in here with my man Ricky Rozay We in here drinkin' this Belaire Rose That's how we do it That's all we do Belaire Rose! Eatin' Wingstop, what you know about Wingstop, nigga? You don't know nothin' about no Wingstop

Put your hands up in the air Body rock, body rock, you rock with me All day I'm only thinking 'bout you All day you got me going baby always I love the way your body rocks when we rock you rock with me See this is how real love supposed to be (Say) this

You're driving this thing tonight Just pick the spot, say the word Baby, what you got? We can go uptown, show out Spend every dime in my pocket We can hit the outskirts, red dirt Riding these roads like a rocket You can be my freeway DJ Just tell me

Sometimes we sing, sometimes we play, sometimes we scat But most of all it's how you feel about the groove A little jazz is just a bit of this and that And when it's groovin', how the groove makes you move Jazz music sprouted rock and roll It was the

Ain't no time for talking Show me what you got We're gonna get this bed rocking And it ain't gonna stop (You're getting locked up) Roll your body like you do Don't be afraid to move it You got everything I like so

This is how we rock it for the ages I thought I told you it’s about to go down We make you fucking famous You wonder how we made it It’s about to go down From the top and the bottom, the bottom to the top Light it up and smoke them trees This is how we

No, this shit ain't been the same no, we so distant Know you miss how I be thuggin', on my hood shit Girl, I miss how we be fuckin', and you ain't my bitch Got a nigga in my feelings Got a nigga in my feelings, in my feelings Yeah yeah (yeah) Girl, if

Been poppin' Foldin' this money, can't make a knot How not? High on moon rock Y'all still locked After 12, we hit the gate and flood the spot 6 of them are thots No lights, this ice, it blinds Clothes hit the mall, we buy the whole thing Big gas, it's