3 Grams lyrics

[Intro: Mike Jones]
Money Train
My life
High life
Mike Jones (Who?)

[Hook: Mike Jones]
Three grams in my Swisher, n*gga
Went from bein' broke to bein' a rich n*gga

[Verse 1]
Yo, hold up
Three grams in a Swisher, n*gga
If it ain't 'bout the money, get up out my [?] n*gga
All these [?] call me club Godzilla, n*gga
Hit that Matrix when a b*tch try to kiss a n*gga
Bendin' corners in that Benz on them inches, n*gga
If a b*tch rollin' with me, she look exquisite, n*gga
Jacker run up on my window, leave him missing, n*gga
Make that boy disappear like a wizard, n*gga
Hold up. Club god I'm [?]
H-Town n*gga, deuce out the roof
Your baby momma rollin' with me in the coupe
She wanna blow a n*gga like a flute
Got a big, six-bedroom, house in the wilderness
And I f*ck your hoes in it
Hold up
I'm from H-Town, b*tch
That ain't no slab if it ain't got no 84's with it
Hold up
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Three grams in my Swisher, n*gga
Went from bein' broke to bein' a rich n*gga
'Member me instead, goin' half on a nick', n*gga
Now, I'm only rollin' up ape's out the zip, n*gga
Higher than a clip, n*gga
Tryin' catch a play or a lick
Cause a broke n*gga never did sh*t, n*gga
No need for favors, I ain't ask my neighbor
Tellin' all them labels, "I ain't signin' sh*t", n*gga
Called up Skip
He said he just got in some piff
And he had a good deal on the split, n*gga
OK fo' sho'
I'm on the way to the sto'
I'm only tryin' to smoke
Ain't fitna flip, n*gga
Three different buds, we blow just because
I swear my eyes feel tighter than a grip, n*gga
It's the money train
Your ass ain't got no money, man
You might as well close your f*ckin' lips, n*gga
What, motherf*cka?
[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Three grams in my Swisher, n*gga
A lot of gold [?] issue, n*gga
The '87 with the glass that I'm pullin' out
Twenty four inches, [?] like what they talkin' 'bout
Been a no limit soldier, feelin' like I'm Master P
And I don't make 'em say sh*t, but they pay a fee
I'm the dopest n*gga in the motherf*ckin' industry
Alot of gold and tattoos got 'em feelin' me
Cortez kings what these n*ggas really wanna be
Hot boy, Cash Money, [?] a G
Louisiana [?] shinin' for my n*gga Snoop
Cause all my n*gga ever wanted was a f*ckin' coupe
Three grams in my Swisha, n*gga
Light it up and pray for it like a bishop, n*gga
If you ain't talking 'bout money, I don't hear sh*t
This that three gram dope boy g-mix
I keep me...

[Hook]