All give praise
To the almighty dollar
And them blue face hunnids
And you running with the gwalla
Caked up like Crocker
Betty baby, I'm best thang popping
Since grease up outta skillet
Feel it
I done spent like many minutes
On many a verses
Guess what? I'm on to these niggas
It's best they get into these hearses
Before I go into in overload and just really get perfect
I'm talking bending the surface
Avatar, till infinity hurting
Naggy broads, cause a nigga be working
Trust me I'm certain

Gon head young nigga get money
Cause them boys over there baller blocking
That's all I heard when a young'n coming up
Get a grip, yea a whole bunch profit
See niggas ain't nothing but lobsters
Plus them niggas over there just watching
Jay told us money ain't a object
But I just need some profit
Where the motherfuckin profit?
I just need some fucking profit
Direct it to my pockets
Ain't no need for us to stop it
I just need some fuckin profit?

All give praise
To the almighty Gwalla
Cause it have you looking good
Prolly fucking on the daughter
Of a proud ass father
Like, boy this can't go any farther
I done had them days
But his daughter probably glad I came
In a fast ass Lane
I'm Jeff Gordon
24, see this my year
So high up, in my zone
Angel wings can'tt fly here
No slight fear
Know none of that
See, I just blow this ganja pack
And then I train for Runnin laps
Round competition, come