[Verse 1: Young Roddy]
I started out with nothin, But now I'm ballin
Coach had me on the bench, But now I'm startin
I heard they cookin beef, But they don't want it
I don't f** around with no pigs though, but I still go ham homie
My last girl she be trippin, but thats her problem
I heard they tryna k** me, but I got a choppa
I'm tryna make some money, Like every hour
They tell me hell is hot, I tell em my block way hotter
Free my cousin mall, He in the feds
Them pussies gave him 20 years, man hold your head
They hate to see a n***a winning, and thats a fact
I cashed my first rap check, and bought a gat
Snitches they don't get no pa**, we make em starve
Yeah thats word to Soulja Slim, I play it raw
My uncle always told a n***a, to keep it trill
Cream get that money n***a, that dolla bill
[Chorus]
I don't f** around with no f**-around
So don't f** around with my set
[Verse 2: LE$]
Walkin what you talkin, Off em then we chalk em
Deep toss em in the coffins, well we do this sh** too often
All that flossin so exhaustin, but i must continue bossin
On that interstate im sippin and im dippin to New orleans
f** what you sayin, I never been playin
I came in this b**h just to win
Fake with the hatin, The Daytons we skatin
Like we on the juice and the gin
No safety this automatic that flow crazy they gotta have it
That top shelf yall under average, ain't no webby but I been a savage
Trill sh**, If you a G you feel this
Sick with this sh**, we the illest
Knowin a n***a gon k** it
Can't go to the war with the realest
Ain't no beginner, We gettin full of that dinner, Lookin like you gettin slimmer
Boy I'm cold as December, ain't even know it was winter
Steak and shrimp be on the way, all my n***as got a plate
Eatin everything they got, leavin nothin for them fakes
I don't f** around with no hoe sh**
So don't f** around with respect
I don't f** around with no f**-around
So don't f** around with my set