1500 OR NOTHIN - I'm On lyrics

[Hook - Mars] From the East to the West coast You show me love wherever I go One thing I know is I'm getting dough, I'm on Got them hoes coming, let's go Shawty say I'm a pimp well I guess so One thing I know is I'm getting dough, I'm on [Verse 1 - Game] You n***as know who I is, what kind of car I drive k**a California, the door's commiting suicide b**hes ain't f**ing with you unless you in the newest ride You know me, 5 star n***a, do or die I'm from the home of the scandalists East west north south, n***as get lost in Los Angeles We got the baddest b**hes on the north campus n***a hopping off the transit, straight up inside a phantom Stop at the liquor store, get a swisher hit the door Then hit the hood, ay blood what they hitting for Whole hood tatted up, bandana right side jeans coming out Busters leave when it's nighttime 15s in the trunk hit me 'fore they see me come Red 24s no need to ask where I'm from Westside home of the purp even 12 year olds put in work West coast got 'em bangin' [Hook] [Verse 2 - Game] 31 still banged out shots let 'em rank out Walk through any crip or blood hood with his chain out Grandmomma stay on the shore in the same house Be on the porch, Dre Beats on with my thang out That ain't a threat but little do you forget I was 20 years old rolling up on n***a's sets Coming straight up out the jets, impala sitting wet Try me in 'em high lows coming up out the tech Now I'm getting money big Snoop on the texts Andre Young on the bottom of my check Fresh from the fade to the bottom of my checks Matter of fact Chucks, Red cadillac trucks Panamera red 4's peanut bu*ter guts On my Pau Gasol sh** hit the block and post up Then gather the crew hit childs and toast up Hoes breaking their neck tryna see me close up [Hook] [Verse 3 - Game] 10 million albums sold, I ain't gotta brag Disrespect my girl or my kids and get a bodybag Ak47 with the sawdy rag, n***as better duck cause it ain't a paparazzi flash 2011 game banging, y'all copycats How you throwing a stocking cap and they ain't never co*ked it back n***a copy that, capiche n***a Extended clip got 1 bullet for each n***a Ask nice and I might let you eat n***a Let you smoke, I keep kush in the pete swisher Keep the blunts rolled up, phantom 24'ed up Hop out knockout whole chest froze up I be in the back of the club looking like so what 20 bottles 40 grand pro'ly why she chose us Now she in the Beverly Center with her nose up Pockets 1-0-0-0-0 hold up [Hook]