"yeah, this one of them joints right here....feel this...."      I got the world in my world in my clutches   Gettin' smoked, twirlin' dutches   Jingle everywhere I go, girls wanna fuck this   Fly guy, i'm'a die high smokin' my lye   Be on the low, can't find me, why try?    Ends I'm holdin' 'em   Chumps with no dough? heads I'm rollin' 'em   Sportin' cartier glass frames with the gold in 'em   What, done it, cop the benz six hundred   If I ain't gettin' blunted I'm probably in some chicks stomach   Lustin', y'all ain't my girl, we only fuckin'   Out two lifestyles on 'cause one joint be bustin'   Shootin' thug sperm, what the deal boo   Give you little welts and rug burns plus a meal too.      Chorus -   Hey yo, stop it, if y'all think y'all gon' make a profit, take ya eyes   Off my pocket, all I wanna do is knock it, I got a wife just keep it in   The closet, late night you might see me creepin' through your projects.   (repeat)      Verse 2:   How you livin'? plenty limos mansion, twenty windows   Menage trois nymphos, smokin' cigars with indo   Mega large'n far from some crab nigga starvin'   Get money plus be robbin', push cars thats foreign   Crisp gear on, rapid flip heron   Yo, to hell with some beer, me and my crew share don   I be icey, known for hittin' chicks like ya wifey   Now you don't like me, playa hatin' nigga bite me   You gabless, I'm established, livin' lavish   Until I perish me and my crew gon' get cabbage   And thats that, publishin' from ascap   My ass rap, but feds still flash that.      Chorus 2x      Verse 3:   In the n.y. electric chair, here men fry   New kids flippin' pies, fuedin' with different guys   I'm on the rise, low key, baggy karl kani's   Flexin' on the celly, skully over my eyes   Street wise, got ties to crime thats organized   Never took no shorts so you oughta recognize   Tote tecks, sport a icey rolex   Picture gruff spendin' one night with no sex   Shit, all these dames know gruff got bread   Be puffin' mad lye, I stay bloodshot red   Like a maxi, I ain't got no paper so don't ask me   Bitch caught the vapors said I raped her, tried to tax me   Stop it, if y'all think y'all gon' make a profit   Keep ya eyes off my pocket   All I wanna do is knock it   I got a wife just keep it in the closet   Late night you might see me creepin' through ya projects, yo...      Chorus 2x      Word, these girls is crazy yo....gold diggas, always somethin' they   Wanna hold from a nigga, you know? ain't fuckin' with these   Chicks...these bitches is sour.