Chorus:
You a paper chaser You got your block on fire
Remaining a g until the moment you expire
You know what it is yo make nothing out of something
You handle your biz and don't be cryin and suffering
You better run for it run for it run!
Verse 1:Juvenile
You been known for fucking it up Ha them bas ass 20's on your truck Ha
Cost seven and up Ha you try'n to label out that place Ha
Make sure you got your money straight Ha, before its too late Ha
You want your Momma living good HA, move your children out the hood Ha
To up in the woods Ha, Baby post seventy off the hook HA,
Manny Fresh has positons that suppose to be up in the book Ha,
Juvenile got them looks Ha, but you to scared to Fuck with him cause he
be running with them crooks HA,
I'm the one Ha, stick a fork in that nigga cause he's done Ha,
for flappin the tounge HA
you got a probation hole Ha, you got money for bail
So now you ready to roll HA,
you bout to buy you a car HA, a 99 HA,
one that look something like mine HA.
Chorus (repeat)
Verse 2: (Lil Turk of Hot Boy$)
We got this thing locked Ha, Cash Money can't be stopped Ha
Them Hot Boy$ to hot Ha, and you like my Rolex watch Ha
And the way I hit the block Ha, and cause flaws with glocks Ha
And you like it when we Stunt Ha, smoking blunts Ha
You be loving them gold fronts Ha, we millioniares Ha
Not far from Billionaires Ha, got different broads everywhere Ha
(Lil Wayne of Hot Boy$)
You ain't heard about Lil Wayne, then get your T.V.on lock Ha
Shorty with the braids for Cash Money goin pop Ha
I burn Ha, the hammer sits Ha, here cones the blitz Ha
A remix Ha, they from the Nolia, I
