Fuck tha world, yeah   Yeah, you got to sick wid' it hoes   Sick wid' it   The no limit soldiers      North, south to tha west Celly Cel   Celly Cel, Sikk the Shocker   Uh, huh, in this motherfucker   I'm in this, bitch, mob shit, nigga      Mob shit, respect   A'ight, check it, fuck tha world   Fuck tha world, fuck tha world   Celly Cel, tell these busters by they self      They got no time to be trippin' on niggas   That's tryin' to keep me down   I put that bump in your trunk   And lace the nation's underground      Let them know about the ghetto mentality   Niggas get smoked for nothing at all   They want you up out of the game   When they see you get on your feet and ball      Faulty niggas never run me off my cellar lot   I always kick it, I ain't never had it   I wanna see every black man in the world with a meal ticket   Eatin' steak and lobster, crackin' crab, sippin' Don P till, they hurl   But in the meantime speakin' for all my niggas, fuck tha world      Man, I just touched down, me and Celly conversate on some plan   Until we got lip on the bud, 'fore this shit get up outta hand   Fuck niggas hatin', fuck a nigga lovin', I deal with it   See, I'm a No Limit Soldier, when it tops, I get sick wid' it      Niggas better stop like a sign or get drop like a dime   Fuck the four one on the trunk, I already got mine   See fuck you, fuck the click, fuck the girl that you with   Nigga, man, like fuck the whole world, I'm tryin' to get rich, bitch      Fuck tha world, fuck tha world   Fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch   Fuck these haters, fuck these haters   Get rich, get rich      Fuck tha world, fuck tha world   Fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch   Fuck these haters, fuck these haters   Get rich, get rich      Fuck tha world, fuck tha world   Fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch   Fuck these haters, fuck these haters   Get rich, get rich      Fuck tha world, fuck tha world   Fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch   Fuck these haters, fuck these haters   Get rich, get rich      What's up with it man?   You got a problem with the way I'm doin' my thang?   I lets my nuts hang then put these niggas the flash to go insane   Oh, that be me, let's kick it; just don't pull your tech late      We ride up on you and catch you slippin', checkmate   Lie down and best watch out everything, nowadays you can't trust   Now one of these niggas, they coulda been paid to put a head out on us   You understandin' me like I say   "Keep it in the family man, you can't miss"   Eliminate them haters and yo' mix, fuck tha world and feel bitch      Be about your money, nigga, all about your scratch   Everyday I gotta plot and make it   Till I'm on top to make my dollars and stats   On the real, we big time fuckin' ballers   Niggas, shot callers, lay in 'em drop tops, gold thangs and M-40's      Well, you gotta have big paper, nigga, just to fuckin' kick it   Ain't no bitches in the streets, nigga, this motherfucker get wicked   See, a multi-pep nigga, but I be true to this shit   First of all, about my money, fuck a bitch, I'm tryin' to get rich! Ugh      Fuck tha world, fuck tha world   Fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch   Fuck these haters, fuck these haters   Get rich, get rich      Fuck tha world, fuck tha world   Fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch   Fuck these haters, fuck these haters   Get rich, get rich      Fuck tha world, fuck tha world   Fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch   Fuck these haters, fuck these haters   Get rich, get rich      Fuck tha world, fuck tha world   Fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch   Fuck these haters, fuck these haters   Get rich, get rich      Crept from the bottom, man, I struggled all my motherfucking life   Use to have a razor blade, sliced through solid A1, wide knots   The only way to get some scrilla   If you knockin,' then fuck what you talkin'      Broke ass nigga everybody in the hood own thangs and you walkin'   You the same type of niggas that hate on everything that a playa do   Always talkin' about, "I woulda done this, I woulda done that" fuck you      Wark ass nigga, don't wanna see they don't get nothing   Don't wanna give me no props   Smile on your face when you post-up, stab you in the back   When you need a bluff      Well, fuck 'em! 'Cuz, see, we be all about our payday   From South to the West, bitch, we connect, bitch   We wreck this like an AK   Or get bang like some hoes or get hang like some clothes   When I be get done I'ma slap you like some motherfucking doe      But if only you blow, nigga, red like some rose   I yell your whole click outpick you bitch   You like some motherfucking F O   I'm all about my paper, nigga, I'm rowdy, bitch   I'm 'bout getting paid, so I say I'm 'bout gettin' rich      Fuck tha world, fuck tha world   Fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch   Fuck these haters, fuck these haters   Get rich, get rich      Fuck tha world, fuck tha world   Fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch   Fuck these haters, fuck these haters   Get rich, get rich      Fuck tha world, fuck tha world   Fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch   Fuck these haters, fuck these haters   Get rich, get rich      Fuck tha world, fuck tha world   Fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch   Fuck these haters, fuck these haters   Get rich, get rich      No limit, Sick Wid' It   Celly Cel, Silkk the Shocker   Ugh, 'bout it, 'bout it   South to the West      No Limit Soldiers and Sick Wid' It   Nigga, Celly Cel   Check this   Fuck 'em