| First you get that money, then you get that power |
| If he tune his nose up, boy, he on that powder |
| Now you walk around with 50 in your trousers |
| Diamonds boolin' on my chest, no fuckin' blouser |
| Bitch, I make it rain-shower, ya dig that? |
| They won’t know a thing about you if you zip that |
| Hit 'em with that blocka-blocka, nigga get back |
| Feed that, beat that, never crack, dig that (Sheesh, sheesh) |
| Before I go without a sack, I swag pack (Sheesh, sheesh) |
| I spoiled my bitch and now she actin' like a brat (Yeah, yeah) |
| I met Alex, I know Jimmy, he got racks (Skrrt, skrrt) |
| Yeah, yeah, bitch, I’m bleedin' like a tat (Yeah, yeah) |
| Roll it, roll it for me on ya back (Roll it, roll it) |
| Just for show my diamonds yellow like a taxi (Woo, woo) |
| I’m a cat, I’ma chase all them pussy rats (Argh) |
| Yah (Argh, argh), pussy nigga better not look back |
| Or, or else I’m killin' 'em, hey, and that’s a fact (Sheesh) |
| There’s blood all on my Timberlands |
| She make a nigga say, «What?» (What?) |
| I swear to God she feelin' 'em |
| She sucked like eight dicks, I call her octagon (Hey) |