One, one, one, one, one   One, one, one, one, one   Whooo-eee!      (Hey, hey you!)      Ain't nothin' for me to come through and shut the club down   Walk through the club me and mug haters down   Drop a stack at the bar, a hundred Louis thirteen   Posted up camouflage down to my feet, feet      They lookin' at me like, who is, who is he?   I straighten up yo boy, he raised in teh streets   My name's Ramone and you can spell it when I step in yo room   Take VI, Chevy go zoom      I hit the club with a mug so mean   Got them niggas like who the fuck is that   Then I hopped up out the car so clean   Got them niggas like who the fuck is that      I'm like right, left, back, forth   Yeah I got the money, nigga that's of course   Hit the stage with a b-boy stance   The club owner like who the fuck is that      Hey, hey, you, you   Get it quick, wanna jack   No way, no way   No slack   Hey, hey, you, you   Get it quick, wanna jack, no slack      Rich Boy sellin' crack fuck niggas wanna jack   Shit tight no slack just bought a Cadillac   Took it to the chop shop   Got the damn top dropped two colored flip flopped   Candy red lollipop   There's hoes in the parking lot   But i still got my glock cocked   New money motherfucker don't you see the big knot   Don't you see the big chain   Don't you see the big rims   Wonder who they hatin' on lately   Baby it's him candy paint,   Gator skin seats call me Dun Dee   pope in your hood I'm the one that you wanna be   Haters wish they could feel the wood in my '83   Ridin' with no tint so the motherfuckers know it's me      Rich Boy sellin' crack   Fuck niggas wanna jack   Shit tight no slack   Just bought a Cadillac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH!)   Just bought a Cadillac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH!)   Just bought a Cadillac      Rich boy sellin' crack   Wanna jack   No slack   Sellin' crack   Wanna jack   No slack      Lil mama, it's ya boy Youngin   G5 dippin, lui vuitton luggage (ay)   Gotta love it, ya boy so fly   All the ladies go (ohhh) when a nigga go by.   Gucci on the feet, Marc Jacob on the thigh   She wanna ride or die with ya boy in the shi.   That's right, so I let her kiss the prince   so boyfriend, she ain't missed him since.      And everybody say, I remember way back when   And everybody say, I remember way back when   And everybody say, I remember way back when   And everybody say, I remember way back when   And everybody say, I remember way back when   And everybody say, I remember way back when   And everybody say, I remember way back when   And everybody say, I remember way back when      With a little bit of gold and a pager   We don't give a fuck   With a little bit of gold and a pager   We don't give a fuck   Hey!