* [C-Bo]  My whole crew balling  Pushing roses down to the impalas  On a mission for dollars bumping hoes  You know my motto  All about the cash 6 million dollar pad  That’s money over hoes with big tits and ass  I like to lounge on my yacht  And count money by the blocks  Million dollars in crates  Invested birdes don’t flock  So fuck some m*et dp and cristal  Pass some xo and hennessey and long ale  We push some rolls royces  Drop polices and porches you think I booshit  Big body benz’s and expiditions  Pit boo sitting  Out front of the mini mansion  It’s some westcoast hills looking over the whole planet  Coube doors marble floors  Inside our door pools on a move  Get more money than all you fools  Than independent then split it  Got in the cast and I jet  Straight out west nigga it’s stacking in my nest    [Chorus]  How many muthafuckas really down to ride with me  How many muthafuckas down to take a life for me  How many of you muthafuckas niggas down to die with me  Slide with me and pull a homicide with me    [C-Bo]  Growing up really never had much  Except my folks try to fucking get touch  We pulled licks and such to live plush  Rush out with it yea we get it rob niggas mob niggas  Slide triggers to the right and left  Ride biggas in the west to def  Represent the westcoast nigga best to bring along a vest coat  The most dangerous like venim  We run up in them and see them them’em and send them off  To pay the cuz they what  While we stashing the turkys like sasquash  Call the neighborhood watch  The feds couldn’t knock us down or not  Pouring shots like scotch on the rocks  Busting armies like ahead looking cotch  40 cals gone blaow with smile  How the fuck you like us now  Wonder how we major  Been this way since teenagers  Sky pagers and punchy you know the rollers  Sack of crackola in boulders sitting in the trunk of the nova    [Chorus]  How many muthafuckas really down to ride with me  How many muthafuckas down to take a life for me  How many of you muthafuckas niggas down to die with me  Slide with me and pull a homicide with me    [C-Bo]  I counted the counter like one two three  Fo shots to hit me could believe lil reeky got touched  Now what’s the fuss  The whole city went bust ready to rip shit up  I’m in the cut zipping shackles while hillas getting nasty  I’m the suspect what the fuck is that  Loading the techs that I stepped on  See the muthafuckas the crept on  The dogs fly higher than the birds man smoking marycaine  Cuz it’s cool to calm my nerves man  We got the word on the ride now bitches be  No one’s liable for the actions that about to take place  All I know is when they comes for me I’m aiming for the face  Chase me down  Trying to speak you fucked with the wrong G  Crept to the b side on you quick to ride on ya  Hit them on the bad side with sliffs side on ya  Gurrileas gurrileas but pleas words to the miss  We got some shit going on one man down    Chorus