Ft. A$ton Matthews & Kashflow

(Verse 1: Chuck)

This %#@!'ll make your girl hang my poster on her wall
These little shooters get it, spend it all at the mall
Wearing white Air Forces to the church and the prom

Been serving all week so it's all he got on
Dog, my ^!$$% sagging with the burner
T-shirt picture of somebody who was murdered

Pour a 40 on the curb, caught a charge with the turnip
Nextel with the chirper, selling nickel bags of purple
WorldStar ^!$$%s, straight up out the trap

He got money off the %#@!s but he really can't rap
He got him a connect and he got that bag
And in broad daylight, he shoot the %#@! out the strap

Though he got it all backwards, you can't tell him %#@!
If he had a thousand dollars, probably try to buy a brick
He got it in a mattress, he never had a bank

I just try to keep 'em safe, man that's how they play the game

(Hook: Kashflow)

Block work, all in my demeanor
White girl, '93 Bimmer
This bass make ya face go numb

Yea I got it and I got it by the drum
And my shooters got drums
And the money gon' come

And them chickens gon' run
Yea I got it and I got it by the drum


(Verse 2: A$ton Matthews)
Young ^!$$%, chopper shells with the morning breath
Rocked the diamonds dipped in crystal meth, hit the set

Grip the Tec, it's war time, it's target practice
You owe dimes, we charge your address
Run up in it, wipe that whole (*##$ out

Pray yo mom ain't in it, check before he left out
Hollow tips, hold 'em off, no remorse
Just 501s with tall tees to tuck the torch

Young and reckless, he ain't want ya (*##$, he want ya necklace
Get yo neck split, never coming in with what he left with
Keep the 7 like Leftwich

One question: do you got a death wish?
No goals, face tats with no future
So hoe, stay strapped he gon' shoot ya

Chirp the burners, copping new ones
No talking to him, just hope you don't walk into him


(Hook: Kashflow)
Block work, all in my demeanor
White girl, '93 Bimmer

This bass make ya face go numb
Yea I got it and I got it by the drum
And my shooters got drums

And the money gon' come
And them chickens gon' run
Yea I got it and I got it by the drum


(Verse 3: Kashflow)
Hustled all winter, worked all spring

Ball all summer, killing the game
I say these ^!$$%s is rich but they don't know how to dress though
I put the MF in Mannie Fresh though

She say it was sauced up, I dripped on her
Me and Chuck in a dopeboy whip on ya
Young fellas built an empire right in the trap

Let's put the real true me on the map
Now I'm riding 'round Cali smoking kush with the strap
A true hustler never smoking, dropping off packs

UFO? be like what part of the game is that
Forty Niner when I be getting at a ^!$$% cap
Ooh


(Hook: Kashflow)
Block work, all in my demeanor

White girl, '93 Bimmer
This bass make ya face go numb
Yea I got it and I got it by the drum
And my shooters got drums
And the money gon' come

And them chickens gon' run
Yea I got it and I got it by the drum