[Chorus]
Uh yeah yeah on dis one right here we goin to lock down the whole world wit dis one


come on [X17]


you %#@!tin me a [X15]

Dem aint edie golds in yo mouth, %#@!tin me,you say you got dem keys and dem peas,%#@!tin me, talkin bout you got dem stacks on deck boy ,%#@!tin me,d4l

aint whats happenin %#@!tin me,cant rap and make this hot track, %#@!tin me,you claming you aint feeing this boy,%#@!tin me,o dats real platnium on yo
neck, %#@!tin me,thinkin that gurl right thurr goin get wit cha boy, %#@!tin me, tiping house you buying her drinks she gon tell you, %#@!tin me, tellin
me you got dem pe fo 13, %#@!tin me,thinkin i'm gone keep takin this shout money, %#@!tin me, dem spree aint got you $$# geeked up, %#@!tin me, talkin u

bout want yo money back partner, %#@!tin me, what you thinkin i'm a lame ^!$$%, %#@!tin me, telll them cops on the west side think i'm slow, %#@!tin me,
ther aint nu kills on this side ,%#@!tin me


[Chorus X17]

they talkin bout the stunt broken mutha $#&@in %#@!tin me, they call me juicy ten yall suckers ^!$$%'s will see,i'ma a made man tyrin to get these mutha

$#&@in millions, have my %#@! stacked up higher than peach street buildins, aint no $#&@in friend of me, damn sho aint no ken to me so why yall tyrin to
hang around, yall cant even be fin no ten of me ,%#@!tin me d4l is my real click,dem the only ^!$$%'s i trust and i break bread wit, see stunting is a
habbit, ow i got carrots , everytime my necklas hang my fans try to grab it, i wish you would i wish you would, and try to get buck and so many ^!$$%'s

wit d4l well tear the club up, and they dreesed in all black, damn right we got stacks,if you want sumtin from the park (*##$ well buy that, %#@!tin me,
alwayz talkin bout $#&@in lintin me get some where, i dont need no broke ^!$$%'s round me,


come on

[Chorus X16]


all my gangsta's, all my thugs, they %#@! on you, you $#&@ em up, d4l aint all i trust you ,%#@!tin me, thats all my luv, they aint bone enuf to come
$#&@ wit us, bankhead gone buck wit us, westside gone buck wit us, ATL gone buck wit us,u think fabo aint ready to come out thet door and kill a (*##$ ,

you %#@!tin me, you think i'm lyin when i say i'm pop by bill, (*##$,you %#@!tin me, i lived dirty all my life but u think it aint real (*##$ you %#@!tin
me, you think i'm playin o wi this steal you %#@!tin me, we stand on corners and cus, we hell to much, we killa wit guts automatic no clutch, proper boy
thats me click, i dont care who you wit d4l runin %#@!, we got the hood on lock (*##$, scot ye lard dats my dog,free blu wat up cuz , in the hood everday,

like a fen on drugs, got that work for the low, weed, pills ,and the drow,seely fat never slow, count my money get sum mo

[Chorus X16]