"Yeah, this one of them joints right here....feel this...." I got the world in my world in my clutches Gettin' smoked, twirlin' dutches Jingle everywhere I go, girls wanna f** this Fly guy, I'm'a die high smokin' my lye Be on the low, can't find me, why try? Ends I'm holdin' 'em Chumps with no dough? heads I'm rollin' 'em Sportin' cartier gla** frames with the gold in 'em What, done it, cop the benz six hundred If I ain't gettin' blunted I'm probably in some chicks stomach Lustin', y'all ain't my girl, we only f**in' Out two lifestyles on 'cause one joint be bustin' Shootin' thug s**m, what the deal boo Give you little welts and rug burns plus a meal too Hey yo, stop it, if y'all think y'all gon' make a profit, take ya eyes Off my pocket, all I wanna do is knock it, I got a wife just keep it in The closet, late night you might see me creepin' through your projects Hey yo, stop it, if y'all think y'all gon' make a profit, take ya eyes Off my pocket, all I wanna do is knock it, I got a wife just keep it in The closet, late night you might see me creepin' through your projects How you livin'? Plenty limos mansion, twenty windows Menage a trois nymphos, smokin' cigars with indo Mega large'n far from some crab n***a starvin' Get money plus be robbin', push cars thats foreign Crisp gear on, rapid flip heron Yo, to hell with some beer, me and my crew share don I be icey, known for hittin' chicks like ya wifey Now you don't like me, playa hatin' n***a bite me You gabless, I'm established, livin' lavish Until I perish me and my crew gon' get cabbage And that's that, publishin' from ASCAP My a** rap, but feds still flash that Hey yo, stop it, if y'all think y'all gon' make a profit, take ya eyes Off my pocket, all I wanna do is knock it, I got a wife just keep it in The closet, late night you might see me creepin' through your projects Hey yo, stop it, if y'all think y'all gon' make a profit, take ya eyes Off my pocket, all I wanna do is knock it, I got a wife just keep it in The closet, late night you might see me creepin' through your projects In the N.Y. electric chair, here men fry New kids flippin' pies, fuedin' with different guys I'm on the rise, low key, baggy karl kani's Flexin' on the celly, skully over my eyes Street wise, got ties to crime thats organized Never took no shorts so you oughta recognize Tote tecks, sport a icey rolex Picture gruff spendin' one night with no s** sh**, all these dames know gruff got bread Be puffin' mad lye, I stay bloodshot red Like a maxi, I ain't got no paper so don't ask me b**h caught the vapors said I raped her, tried to tax me Stop it, if y'all think y'all gon' make a profit Keep ya eyes off my pocket All I wanna do is knock it I got a wife just keep it in the closet Late night you might see me creepin' through ya projects, yo... Hey yo, stop it, if y'all think y'all gon' make a profit, take ya eyes Off my pocket, all I wanna do is knock it, I got a wife just keep it in The closet, late night you might see me creepin' through your projects Hey yo, stop it, if y'all think y'all gon' make a profit, take ya eyes Off my pocket, all I wanna do is knock it, I got a wife just keep it in The closet, late night you might see me creepin' through your projects Word, these girls is crazy yo....gold diggas, always somethin' they Wanna hold from a n***a, you know? ain't f**in' with these Chicks...these b**hes is sour