You know we gotta do one for all these ni**az
Out here sideline hatin`, y`knowhat I`m sayin`?
Don`t get mad `coz a ni**a straight up
Out the paint shop or the car lot or what not

Feelin` mean on the scene wit a pocket full of green
Y`knowhat I`m sayin`? An` any one of y`all hoes think
A ni**a gon` give `em somethin`, I can`t give ya s**t
But this dick in ya muthaf**kin` mouth an` ya muthaf**kin` hole

An` you gotta reach me somethin` for that, ho`
`Coz I ain`t for free, bitch
Pay what cha muthaf**kin` weigh

I pull up clean in my black f**kin` truck
My rims still spinnin` so you know I`m cuttin` up
I`m ridin` down the street, bumpin` nothin` but us
I spotted me a freak, she was `bout to catch a buzz

I asked her what`s her name, baby, it could be love
But you know ya boy don`t f**k wit nothin` but sluts
The ones that make money an` stack them bucks
A bank for that cap an` a bank for that butt

Ni**a, I`ll tell yo` gal she can suck on this big ol` dick
An` won`t be f**ked up `bout it if she pay her rent to a pimp
An` in the public`s eyes she can be legit, be my bitch
`Coz at the shake jaunt she gotta work a trick, get the grip

An` never no back talkin` `coz I call her jack, backhand slap
She come up short wit money, baby, then I snap wit a strap
She gotta let these hoes know who the s**t runnin` this
An` you just might have to throw some blows
Take a hit wit the fist

Don`t cha, don`t cha get mad when I swerve an` I twist
Ridin`, ridin` down yo` block, I got my charm out the window
Don`t cha get mad when I swerve an` I twist
I ain`t braggin` on myself but I deserve this, miss

Don`t cha get mad when I swerve an` I twist
Ridin`, ridin` down yo` block, I got my charm out the window
Don`t cha get mad when I swerve an` I twist
I ain`t braggin` on myself but I deserve this, miss

I`m swervin`, I`m twistin` from side to side
I got that iron right on my side
Them 20 inch vogues wit the yellow stripes
A `rillo rolled up wit some of that light

The 360 turn on the fold down screens
Turn it all the way around an` watch it from the front seat
The knock in the back, get the trunk on rattle
Them hoes flockin` to my whip thick like cattle

Hey, you better put that money in my hand
I was born to be a mack, not yo` muh` f**kin` man
You mad `coz I hit cha, ho, me an` her split cha dough
Why you actin` surprised, I know you heard this s**t before?

Me an` Quint, pushin` `Vettes, smokin` `dro, no stress
One tech, two glocks, infra red, no vests
I clock dollars an` pop collars for a livin`
I`m at Pressure World every time I hit Memphis

Don`t cha, don`t cha get mad when I swerve an` I twist
Ridin`, ridin` down yo` block, I got my charm out the window
Don`t cha get mad when I swerve an` I twist
I ain`t braggin` on myself but I deserve this, miss

Don`t cha get mad when I swerve an` I twist
Ridin`, ridin` down yo` block, I got my charm out the window
Don`t cha get mad when I swerve an` I twist
I ain`t braggin` on myself but I deserve this, miss