[Verse 1: D-Lo]
D-Lo, yeah!
D-Lo, look!
You know that I'm about my dollars
Don't know how I really do this sh*t
The Benz got me sagging, I'm swaging all in my Louboutins
b*tches say that I'm Ludacris, I've been mobbing with hooligans
With my top down, ride with Christina Aguile
I'm a player, I lay her ass on a mattress
I beat that pus*y up like that boy Cassius
Yeah, they go to work, b*tch
And I ain't proper when I say I'm on that purp sh*t
n*gga, my forty on, the thirty on
Sounding like a baby chopper how I'm gettin on
Kush got a n*gga on geek mode
I put the fifth, never snitch, that's a street call!
Pocket's too heavy, I got bands on
Fifty tones down, I'm the man, ho!
Syrup got me sleeping like my brother ho
And if I'm pimping on the b*tch, I don't love her, though!
[Hook: D-Lo]
I came from the bottom, trying to take it to the top now
And ride through my city with the top down
With a white girl, with the top down
These n*ggas ain't turned up, but they're turned down!
Them b*tches on me, the strippers on me
Pock-pocket's too heavy, I got bands on
Everything purple, I mean everything
From the drink, to my cup, to the Mary Jane!
[Verse 2: Sleepy D]
We ain't even got rich, how we gonnna quit
Plus, she know everything ahead when we on sh*t!
Old smoke twenty six to fifth with the dope whip
Granddaddy, twenty-six a feet, that I go for it!
You, you can kiss the b*tch while I kiss the curb
Better yet, kiss the b*tch while I kiss the syrup!
You are nothing like us, man you n*ggas nervous
I'm on deck, if you understand my literature
Rude boys, goddamn it, take it to the top
And if you can't get it on love get it with the bop
Everything all good, see you haters pop
Please don't misinterpret how my n*ggas rock
Where I came from is where I'm gonna be
Cause n*ggas like us is something that you don't see
A whole brick, I can sip and dont OD
You can trust, sip ??
[Hook: D-Lo]
I came from the bottom, trying to take it to the top now
And ride through my city with the top down
With a white girl, with the top down
These n*ggas ain't turned up, but they're turned down!
Them b*tches on me, the strippers on me
Pock-pocket's too heavy, I got bands on me!
Everything purple, I mean everything
From the drink, to my cup, to the Mary Jane!
[Verse 3: Hongry]
I gotta kick in the street like that
If the b*tch afraid of me, you ain't getting it back
Me and my n*ggas is living, for n*ggas dead are in prison
Baby, I'm really from Richmond, this is a ? city
Tapping b*tches on the shoulder, what you're standing in line for
We're strapped up in a club like Chambo
Girl mode, girl mode, everything my ho
??? everything my ho
Yeah I shot a dash out, better than a typo
Flew me in a booth, and watch a n*gga go psycho
You're in the presence of a player, got some dollars at me
Somebody talking to Janice, and she should holler at me
Every version dedication for my n*ggas
And motivation for b*tches, it's no supposed to be stripping
I told a rapper on a boat, I can tell them all
Popping hard, show the world you ain't scared at all
[Hook: D-Lo]
I came from the bottom, trying to take it to the top now
And ride through my city with the top down
With a white girl, with the top down
These n*ggas ain't turned up, but they're turned down!
Them b*tches on me, the strippers on me
Pock-pocket's too heavy, I got bands on me!
Everything purple, I mean everything
From the drink, to my cup, to the Mary Jane!