[Chorus: (Young, Buck), Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo & 50 Cent]
(I'm high, man, I’m smokin')
I'm riding, I’m locin'
I get the coke, I'm the dopeman
Sunroof open, shawty, she open
'Cause a nigga holdin'
(I'm high, man, I'm smokin')
I’m riding, I’m locin'
I get the coke, I’m the dopeman
Sunroof open, shawty, she open
'Cause a nigga holdin'

[Verse 1: Young Buck]
Stick your hand out, I'll cut it off
Based on my last year’s income I'm a boss
I made up for what I lost
Cross my heart, I never lie
Oh God, don't let me down
Fuck security guards, look what they did to T.I
[?] bras, nigga, 'cause if I wasn't fly
She would let a nigga wet me up and hang me out to dry
Throw your money in the sky, I'm the one to pick it up
Call me 50's cash cow, or call me Young Buck

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
I ain't a politician, I'm a walking ambition
If it don't make sense, I don't listen, I won't sniff it
Shit, if I could freeze, it would've been happened
I'm icey as a prince, no thin platinum
I'm packing, then I'm going when the wind backing
Cause New York City streets got my rims cracking
My fame got long lost kin asking
I gotta conquer and win passion
Twin Benz matching
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