We got the Phantoms on deck, lambo on the side, chevy sittin high yeah bitch that's how we ride
That's how we do it x7
We posted up up in the club, bottles on ice, pockets full of hundred and we got the cheapest price
That's how we do it x7
Lil Boosie
Let me tell you how I rock, pocket full of rocks, bottle in the air, livin without a care
Let me tell you what I like, head with cold sprite
Let me tell you what I hate, haters with no cake
Let me tell you what I make, money with big stacks
Let me tell you why they hatin, cuz I young , rich, and black
Hoes lick my nutsack, rose by the six pack, skeet that shit off in they mouth (opps!) and I ain't feel bad
Gotta have my funds straight, time flyin gotta have my sons straight so they can shine
Wake up to get it up I hope you on the grind, cuz if you bullshitn' you'll get lapped this time
Im on the money makin mission got me handling bucks
Been countin money for so long my fuckin hands cramp up
Get my keys I be ridin, put my b's in my pocket
Keep ridin dirty cuz the people can't stop it
Chorus
Webbie
Hustlin, 50 streets back against the wall
Scarred up since I was small, ive been through some shit to ball
The heat was on I couldn't stop, I had to let the cannons pop
The Bentleys fallin through the roof and now Im standin at the top
Grindin with my nigga B, finally where im supposed to be
I know my boy watchin over me still I keep my shit close to me
Im doin this for my nigga T, specially for my nigga Mell
Specially for my niggas doin the L and getting outta jail
What ever be good as hell it ain't nothin on a nigga plate
Hungry than a motherfucka a hustla eat a nigga face
That's how we do it x7
We posted up up in the club, bottles on ice, pockets full of hundred and we got the cheapest price
That's how we do it x7
Lil Boosie
Let me tell you how I rock, pocket full of rocks, bottle in the air, livin without a care
Let me tell you what I like, head with cold sprite
Let me tell you what I hate, haters with no cake
Let me tell you what I make, money with big stacks
Let me tell you why they hatin, cuz I young , rich, and black
Hoes lick my nutsack, rose by the six pack, skeet that shit off in they mouth (opps!) and I ain't feel bad
Gotta have my funds straight, time flyin gotta have my sons straight so they can shine
Wake up to get it up I hope you on the grind, cuz if you bullshitn' you'll get lapped this time
Im on the money makin mission got me handling bucks
Been countin money for so long my fuckin hands cramp up
Get my keys I be ridin, put my b's in my pocket
Keep ridin dirty cuz the people can't stop it
Chorus
Webbie
Hustlin, 50 streets back against the wall
Scarred up since I was small, ive been through some shit to ball
The heat was on I couldn't stop, I had to let the cannons pop
The Bentleys fallin through the roof and now Im standin at the top
Grindin with my nigga B, finally where im supposed to be
I know my boy watchin over me still I keep my shit close to me
Im doin this for my nigga T, specially for my nigga Mell
Specially for my niggas doin the L and getting outta jail
What ever be good as hell it ain't nothin on a nigga plate
Hungry than a motherfucka a hustla eat a nigga face
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