[Chorus x4]   Girls jock me   You cant knock me   We ghetto ballin   My real thugs got me      UNNGGHHHHHHHHH!      [Verse 1: Master P]   Love money, hate haters   10 years later, still gettin paper   Put 20's on the big wheel   It's Univeral now   Just signed a big deal   Party at the spot, come ball wit me   And if you aint a real Don   Stop calling me   It aint about what you got   Its who you are   My only bad habits are icey cars   Open up my mouth, didnt mean to blind ya   Take you to (?) just to wine and dine ya   You wanna make music girl look me up   And if your girlfriends cute boo   Hook me up, get your drank on   I got the tab, we dont speak on nuttin   That we really dont have   I told you it was a bentley   That was pickin you up   Moet and Cristal, we be mixin it up   'cause, I'm the player made it cool to be cunt   Only run with the realest   Thats just business and money   Call me the big dog, yall the little cats   You aint a true hustler unless you lose it   And get it back      [Chorus 4x]      [Verse 2: Lil Romeo]   Ok, we dont rent or lease   We do cars(Ya heard?)   Compare us to yall whodi, dont try   I got nine houses, eight cars   Take my little sister to Mattel to get toys   I bet we have how much? Thats only mine   And that frank limo cost sixty-five   Geeez, Oooh Wee, now why little boys   wanna hate on me?   We rock Grade A (?) to cubian stones   The only thing glowing is the ice on my arm   When I hit the playground, its time to go in   I made my first million at the age of ten   I love the girls, 'cause the girls love me   You cant pick up a magazine without seein me   Six Flags, or the mall where you find me at   I could buy what I want   I need a whodi check, Uh!      [Chorus 4x]      [Verse 3: Silkk]   We keep it real, we dont lie   We comin at you, look look   We dont try   So they heard I was the best in the south   She said I dont wanna be with you   I just wanna test you out"   I said Ma you gotta know fast   Look, I dont have to touch you   But tomorrow you gon' have to bail like Usher   She said, what I'm gon' do after this   I said nothin, 'cause there aint nothin after sex   Look, Ma, I'm the best there aint nothin after me   TRU player for real, ask Master P   I can get you the finer things   Designer names, designer things   Talkin bout diamond rings   Hit the mall up, to armonte exchange   You with that climb the range   Look, I'm a baller Ma, just my extra game   Doctor feelgood, minus the pain   If you married, you aint gotta hide your ring   I know you get boys sometimes   Come on, try some things   If we get high in New Orleans   We can fly to Maine   Learn some new languages   We can fly to Spain   Look at what my ring say   Now thats a hell of a ring   I said, no V-P in Rome   Thats a hell of a team   And yo, I'll do us, thats a hell of a dream   And if I say so my self, No Limit   Thats a hell of a thing, Holla!      [Chorus 4x]