Akon and B.I.G. yea
Niggas talkin it but aint livin it
Cristal pops Im sippin it, mob hats and lizard shit
Gator trunks bitch, rollin blunts with the williest of the willy
Heckler Koch, M-1s and nine millies
Stories like a motherfucker
Model bitches wondering if Im a fuck with her
She know I treats my bitches like Ivana
Dolce and Gabana drippin
Big Poppa never slippin
H-class diamonds shinin
Dinner with the wifey winin, dinin
Smoking cigars in Bogotá
With Colombian niggas named Panama
And Englique and shit
Games we play life endin
Bitches bending over with ease
For a pair of Moschino jeans
And Donna Karan tank tops I got your bank stopped
Singles on top
Benjamins
Under the rest of em
Advancin
From duplex to mansion
Stashing keys hidin Gs overseas
VCRs in my Vs
Game elevates, money I make
Gets your stocks and real estates, bitch
Jet skiing in the Caribbean, white sands
Discussing plans with my mans
Dark blue land, smoke tint chrome rims and system
That leaves your rear views tremblin
What you gonna do when poppa catch an attitude?
Drop to your knees and show gratitude
Kiss my rings its a Frank White thing I stay potent
Bitch is devoted, take my dick and deep throat it
Eternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine
Looking for this hour glass of time
Trying to find my purpose on this grand design
Is there anybody out there living?
4-5-6 is on the streets, they shootin
Is there any money out there for me?
You just listen to this huslers story
Picture me, a product of the zone three
Scared lost, dont know what Im suppose to be
Shit cost, money never came to me
When shit short, I suffered unshamelessly
The lord humble niggas specially if they act like
They too big for they draw when they stacks right
Think Im bullshittin? A bunch of niggas back like
Right back hungry, stacks gone, they forgot Christ
I know a nigga sold his soul for a nickel rock
I know some hoes for the dro you can hit the cock
I know a nigga workin 9-5
Been on 15 years, aint got a car to drive
I know some nigga wanna act hard, flicks pitch
Fake jack boys, cant rob, get killed
Got kin folk backyard big whips
Escart that lift my homeboy this year
Akon
While B.I.G. sittin up with Englique
Im on the coastline politickin wit Jose
We got the birds flyin in the coop all day
Tryin to find a new way to smugglin pure yay
We bout our business, aint no small time thieves
If you aint growin the caine then we aint gon meet
See Im the one to call when things get deep
And my Africans will put yo main man to sleep, now
And Mexico far from the block
Tryin to figure out how many Glocks to a box, now
Sellin arms as well as rocks in my socks
If you could show me the money, heres the keys to the lock, now
Hey, you know the streets is my territory
Aint scared of nothin, let you fear it for me
Hey, whether win, lose or draw
Believe that death is waitin for all
Face Mob in the buildin 
Niggas is quick to chop rocks and hide hands
Make a break for it, get away from it, that was the plan 
So the whole time, I been plottin on his man
Caught him slippin and sleepin, I hit his ass wit the can, and
Heres somethin that you cant understand
How can one be so cold and snatch a niggas soul? 
Im on some get back shit, there comes a time
In every mans mind when its deeper than dollar signs
I been on the grind, got homies doin time
Behind niggas actin like bitches and bitches droppin dimes
Im duckin indictments, pussies is wearing wires
Niggas just aint tellin, no, they know we let it slide
But nah, we gotta ride and him, he gotta die
So if you catch up to his ass before I catch him, give him mine
The rats one thing a real nigga here despise
Im a five K one killa, I set his ass on fire