I got my converse check, my pistol check
My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck
The respect come first, then the money and the power
We got more cake to make, let's ride
I got my converse check, my pistol check
My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck
The respect come first, then the money and the power
We got more cake to make, let's ride
They thought I'd be another one hit wonder
Until I pulled up to the VMA's in one big hummer
You know I'm a big stunna just like baby fool
Brand new Bentley Fanna what color? Baby blue
Uh, Deano hit me now I got cheddar to make
You thinking Condo I'm thinking fifty-eight to a state
You got your crib on a hill, I got my crib on a lake
What, what where I'm from we like our music screwed up
Uh, the blades chop, we use j**erly and stage props
We hate cops, 'cause everyday we get stopped
(Why)
For ridin' spinners plus they know I got my pistol on me
You try to jack me for my 'lac they gon' miss you homey
I got my converse check, my pistol check
My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck
The respect come first, then the money and the power
We got more cake to make, let's ride
I got my converse check, my pistol check
My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck
The respect come first, then the money and the power
We got more cake to make, let's ride
Yo will-lean, let's roll man
(Let's ride)
We gotta go homey
(Let's ride)
You know how we do it though
(Let's ride)
(Let's ride)
(Let's ride)
Uh, I'm too street go pop, but I pop heat in the street
I'm not braggin' G-5 wagon when I speed in my jeep
Customized, bubble eyed with DVD's in the head rest
Look I hope you potty-trained 'cause the tech'll leave you wet
Let's make a bet, I stay on top and keep a new whip off the lot
Fifty weeks on the billboard dogg I'm too hot
But when I do drop you better move out 'cause I'm comin'
n***as like roaches when the lights on they runnin'
Ten years and gunnin' just like M.O.P
f** strugglin', I get my publishin' ain't sh** for free
I get that big bread, I'm making big chips
You get k**ed at the beginnin', I get them big strips
I got my converse check, my pistol check
My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck
The respect come first, then the money and the power
We got more cake to make, let's ride
I got my converse check, my pistol check
My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck
The respect come first, then the money and the power
We got more cake to make, let's ride
I'm a diplomat like Jim Jones, Nextels and sprint phones
I'm tryna own ten homes yo rap money been gone
I'm harder then ya'll better yet I'm smarter then ya'll
I don't need yo a** n***a, regardless I ball
I got that hot sh** that you bump in yo drop top sh**
Bentley co*ked hit the old folks like stop it
You know I drop hits every time I spitt fire
Whoever told you, I ain't ballin'-a damn lier
I got my converse check, my pistol check
My vest, plus I got Vs1's around my neck
The respect come first, then the money and the power
We got more cake to make, let's ride
I got my converse check, my pistol check
My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck
The respect come first, then the money and the power
We got more cake to make, let's ride
Haha, let's ride you know I make the music
You can ride to, get high to, get fly to
Yeah, like them ruff ryder n***as
I make that sh** you can ride-or-die to
Holla at ya boy, Houston we have a problem
Red spider on the B, we gettin' cheddar now
We on another level now, haha