[Intro] Uh.... This sh** make a n***a wanna Bailar... [Laughs] [Verse 1] This sh** sound like some bread is being made tonight Fly wit me wit baby won't u take a flight 456 when I shake the dice n***a this was written knew spittin' would lead to riches now in position to make the price You should know I'm nice mean with these flows Sour Deez got me with the gangsta lean Clipse I throw Then I roll up another game imma smother These lames ain't in bed but they still undercover Wonders I break bread with close friends and kinfolk And take care of the fam some get rich and leave theirs still broke Unless they deserve it like my crackhead uncle See it now wild M's loving it I urge u Try to breach my circle Let that big Mac hurt you Bullets fly then earth u n***a think he hercul-les Please ain't no other option but get it Hustle on Russell not crow come to b**hes forget it Parlay wit the Crew everything bu*ta Ha cheeks in one hand a spliff in the otha She wanna fly to Maldives f** til the sun up She been good so sh** it's a plan Know I'm gonna gun ha sh** down, pour up another round of the clique-o She move like a ridah f** like a freak hoe And understand I'm proficient with the aim come to grindin', rap, and dames I go hard as this beat go