(Chorus)
  
  Money, hoes, cars, and clothes, that's how all my niggas know
  blowin dro on 24's, that's how all my niggas roll (2x)
  
  (TI verse 1)
  In a frop top chevy with the roof wide open
  my partners looking at me to see if my eyes still open
  cause I been drinkin, and I been smoking
  flying down 285 but I'm focus
  its a four fifty four, where it says I raise comotion
  white leather seats, as fresh as air forces
  doing bout a hundred but the track still bumping
  number 8 on nwa straight out of compton
  pull up at your apartment sitting 24s
  and the dope boys, saying the kids running in
  the clicks start dealing and the broads start choosing
  and the cars been parked but the rims keep moving
  sign pictures by the hundred, to the youngins in the hood
  cause I ain't hollywood, I come from hood
  I'm use to it, if your rear view shaking and your seats vibrating
  24 inch jays got the chevrolet shaking
  
  (chorus)
  
  Verse 2
  I'll make a mill and I'm satisfied, I'll get the rest
  at the age of seventeen, entertaining the rides, I want the best
  I refuse to get a 9 to 5, I'm a flip my keys
  been paying my dues since 89, trying to get my cheese
  diamonds gleam when I'm on the scene, they know its me
  ain't no dream or no fantasy its T I P
  brought busting, like a baby do a blanket
  5 karats on my motherfucking pinkie, half of hennessy and belevedre
  what we drinking, pimps send for broads
  what the hell you niggas thinkin, yall niggas spend a weekend in the
  islands in the fall, 24 inch rim shining when I'm riding cause I'm ballin
  I'm calling out shots like a pool shark
  my tools spark, when I fool yall, yall foold hard in the wrong place
  and the wrong time, I got a strong mind
  to grab my dro nine, and shoot at your ass for a longtime
  but I'm a get that ass, all dog, fuck around with the click
  get shot like a dick with a stick, cause yall lost
  cause I'm a ball at all costs, spit game at a dame, look around at
  this thank til she falls off
  
  (chorus2x)
  
  verse 3
  I'm not bouncing little shorty, I'm relaxing right now
  I probably still be trappin if I wasn't rapping right now
  bragging about pistols at the house, guess whos strapped right now
  keep a talking I'm a lay you on your back right now
  wanta act right now, get smacked right now, I'm a bankhead motherfucka
  I don't know to backdown, clown down talking
  to your friends, talking about what you making
  I'm 21 in 10 deep, that shit to me ain't nothing, getting played by
  the niggas getting head, for the change, my lead wanta spray
  and your dead with decay, they ain't ready for the raid
  pay heavy for the yay, tell my class to kiss my ass, I make a 11 everyday
  
  Chorus2x