[Intro]
Master of Ceremonies in the building
Aiyyo Poobz, roll a whole zip up
Yo Louch get like four bottles of Courvoisier
Tell the soldiers bring like a hundred guns
D-Block, forever, BITCH! Ha ha ha ha ha

[Styles P]
Say you gettin money but you not like me
I heard your lil' raps but you're not S.P.
Close your fuckin mouth when you next to a G
The Glock 500 but these bullets come free
The money make the world go 'round, plus vertical
From no car to a luxury convertible
Niggaz that had love, now wanna murder you
I be spazzin, blitzin like All Madden
Me and this pretty honey sharin the orgasm
I'm on the 'gnac and shorty on the merlot
Fur coat, to the homey on the furlough
Drivin to Myrtle Beach, slower than a turtle
65 there then, 65 back
You can get a million dollars off of 65 stacks
We neither here - we neither there
but if the car smell like smoke then niggaz'll freeze the air
Spray the ozium, still break bread
with niggaz that move opium and still racketeer
Huntin for money so run like a pack of deer
If you ain't hand me clear that's why I'm clappin at'cha ear

[Chorus: Styles