Here we go, welcome to my world nigga   Of Cadillac's and stacks   Triple X throwbacks with my name on the back   Uh, I know you see us      You wanna be us   With Jam Master Jay on my Adidas   Plus I ride around in two-seata's   I hope it's cold 'cause I'm comin' wit my heata      I'm on the Fleeta, doin' 150   Can't you tell by my cut why I'm pimpin'   And if I hit one time, she's limpin'   And if he trick one dime, he's simpin'      'Cause we don't do it like that over here   All we do is grip grain on the stair   Like Killer Mike all I do is dream about sex   But when I wake up, I have a dream about a check      And after that I burn rubber   When I jump in my Vette'   Yet his hoes raise up   But it ain't come out yet, I'm speed racin'      On 20's, on 20's   Wheel's spinnin', wheels spinnin'   These hoes grinnin'   I pulled up with the top off      On 20's, on 20's   Wheel's spinnin', wheels spinnin'   These hoes grinnin'   Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop off      I got a need for speed, get in da truck wit me   Or we can start in the Bentley doin' a buck fifty   I'm so gangsta, chickenheads don't wanna fuck wit me   But you can love me or hate me, baby, you're stuck wit me      And I'm a fluff till the police come and get me   We run dis city, you can't do nothin' wit me   It's young red ya'll, I'm rollin' somethin' sticky   You see them 20's, believe they worth three a penny      And I ain't really got nuthin' to lose   So announce on 22's, start spreadin' the news   Let's speed it up a little, hoes love to choose   Soon as they spot the drop, man, it gotta be the shoes      The fast lane is where a nigga live e'er night   Look for the grain, stay away from the red light   Them old folks hear me creepin' up the street   'Cause they know I got them, I got them woofers in my jeep, nigga      On 20's, on 20's   Wheel's spinnin', wheels spinnin'   These hoes grinnin'   I pulled up with the top off      On 20's, on 20's   Wheel's spinnin', wheels spinnin'   These hoes grinnin'   Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop off      On 20's, on 20's   Wheel's spinnin', wheels spinnin'   These hoes grinnin'   We never lose sleep, lemme      On 20's, on 20's   Wheel's spinnin', wheels spinnin'   These hoes grinnin'   You can't even breath in it      Say, there go the laws, man   Where, where   They gettin' behind us right now   Stop lyin' man, you lyin'   Don't worry about it, we in a Lamborghini, man, I'm gone      I got a Lambo, I got a drop jag   Plus I got a Harley bike, nigga top that   Now e'erbody be like where you shop at   And they be askin' dumb shit like where you got that      That's when I look back and say I'm a superstar   And if it cost a hundred grand it's a super car   I'm still ballin', 20 still crawlin'   Like retarded kids, my DVD's stallin'      Lakers still callin' but we already signed   We about to be legends like Morris Day & the Time   When Paul gave me a call, man I had to do it   I gotta rep where I'm from so I had to screw it, uh      I'm from the home of the Houston Texans   The only horse we ride is in our Lexus   Nowadays, everybody wanna chop on blades   But we been doin' that, so ya'll better behave      On 20's, on 20's   Wheel's spinnin', wheels spinnin'   These hoes grinnin'   I pulled up with the top off      On 20's, on 20's   Wheel's spinnin', wheels spinnin'   These hoes grinnin'   Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop off      On 20's, on 20's   Wheel's spinnin', wheels spinnin'   These hoes grinnin'   We never lose sleep, lemme      On 20's, on 20's   Wheel's spinnin', wheels spinnin'   These hoes grinnin'   You can't even breath in it