[Intro: Oz Sparx]
On God, yeah
Mmm-mm-mm
Mmm-mm-mm
Yeah, yeah
Mmm-mm-mm
(Jah did that)

[Chorus: Oz Sparx]
I spent a check on some Yves Saint Laurent
Frozed out my neck, I ain't even get signed
She gave me neck when my seat on recline
She give me sex like she readin' my mind
Bitch, I'm a legend, I put that on God
If you ain't steppin' then don't get involved
No Smith & Wesson, I'm breaking the law
.357 gon' shoot through your car
Uhh, yeah-eah, woah, woah
Run up that money lil nigga, my young nigga run up them Benjamins, yeah, yeah
No, I can't fuck with them niggas, them niggas too sweet and they feminine, yeah, yeah
I fell in love with the racks, got a check and a nigga start spending it, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Oz Sparx]
I just bust all the racks out the six
Got your bitch in the back of the Wraith
Disrespect, you get smacked in your face
Catch a body, go back to the A
Had that thing on me back in the day
I still hang in the trap with the apes
I'm the same [?]
On the plane sittin' back, it feel great
Uhh, yeah-eah, woah, woah
Big bank roll bustin' out my pockets
Got it from the block, made a whole lot of profit
Lot of niggas talk about the money, ain't got shit
Lot of niggas ride with the gat but ain't drop shit
I'll kill a nigga if he really on some opp shit
Niggas ain't 'bout it, they be really on some cop shit
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