Chorus:

We know, where the paper at/ dont worry bout, where we make it at/ we gon, throw paper stacks/ it take a street nigga to know bout what to make of that/ we know

1st Verse

Please dont mistake the mind of a hustler/ if you felt the weight on my back, it would crush ya/ Im accustomed to customers/ customs, I cuss em/ she crushin, I fuck her till her brains turn to custard/ haters talkin shit cause they dont understand/ and the ice on my wrist, shits froze in my hand/ blow O's in the van as we hot box/ pop pop, shots make a hata pop lock/ no defense, I aint gotta cockblock/ and your girl drop her top in the drop top/ man I dont give a damn what a cop got/ I just look to my crew and I stop bop/ Hatas always debatin, im sayin/ Im fuckin sick and they wish it was contagious, they wastin/ all they fuckin time, yo Im servin them, a sly waiter/ Im the shit, that why your girl dont deny anal/ hi hater/ so many bottles, you would think I brought the bar home/ money stack stay fat, no Star Jones/ Renegade bring your girl back to our home/ have her suckin till she dislocate her jawbone

Chorus


2nd Verse

Oookkaay, Please dont mistake me for soft, cause I kill them/ go inside mafucka, hide your children/ Im illy/ and V burn ya mafuckin village/ you be the Indians, we be the Pilgrims/ why scheeme on a niggas side dreams/ my ice blind niggas like a fuckin high beam/ when they see my creme/ they eyes gleam, my jeans?/ I got Siamese/ twin heaters/ to beat ya/ defeat ya/ you hatas all Jay-Z, every line of mine is Ether/ try to keep up/ they say I gotta disorder, but V aught to beat all ya/ I pre-order what you cant order/ grab your camcorders/ Im like Kobe on the Hoover, Im a damn balla/ pass the ganja/ when I spark, we all spark... Transformers/ so many bottles, you would think I brought the bar home/ money stack stay fat, no Star Jones/ Renegade bring your girl back to our home/ have her suckin till she dislocate her jawbone

Chorus