[Intro: Trick Daddy]
We gon' let the band deal with this
M-I-A style, old school
Okay, shut up

[Chorus: Trick Daddy]
Ah hah, okay, wassup? Shut up
Ah hah, okay, wassup? Shut up
Ah hah, okay, wassup? Shut up
Ah hah, okay, wassup? Shut up

[Verse 1: Trick Daddy]
Riding round in my brand-new '99 four-door Volvo
I got a pocket full of Bs, cocoa weed
And ain't got no place to go, though
But all my Boca Boys, they know dough
That's fo'sho, though
(Are those Bugle Boy jeans you're wearing?)
Hell nah, ho, you know they Polo
I been used again, accused again
This time, been wrong to chop something
Done by one of my usual friends
Soon as they seen the Benz, hatin' season was in
Hell, cause they figured me for not understanding they reason being
Heh, but I'm the man for this
While y'all was doing fine, I was doing time, just praying for this
Locked up, making plans for this
Without all that fancy shit, way too advanced for this
Just Polo socks, tank tops, and drawers up under my pants and shit
Shut up
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