[Verse 1: 50 Cent] Yeah, I got my own business, I make my own deals Niggas ain't on it like I'm on it, I own shit I got my own Bentley, I got my own Rolls I'm a pimp, bitch, I own hoes I got my own diamonds around my own Cubans I own Rolexes and Frank Muellers I do what the fuck I want to I'm grown, I own lots of shit, proper shit I bought a couple before the dealership got the shit Rich nigga, six figures I double up every flip, my stash bigger Plane hoppin', globetrottin' A nigga blow a little paper when it's time to move Fuck old money for the new money No tellin' what a real nigga gon' do
[Hook: Young Buck] I do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown I got my own money I just do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown I got my own house I do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown I got my own car I just do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown, I'm grown
[Verse 2: Young Buck] I'm on straight Remy, no chaser Wanna smoke, but I'm still on paper I mix purp' and yellow like a Laker Headed to the moon and I just might take ya Split my blunt with a little bitty razor While this thick bitch just twerk on the table I talk big nips, look like Fantasia She ready, willin' and able Just got a piercing in her navel Walking nine to five and she staying She say she flying down to my city Cause she got a birthday coming in April We ain't got no kind of commitment Why you worried 'bout if I'm hitting it? Don't worry about how I'm getting it Stay the fuck up out of my business
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[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] No more stressin', I'm VVS'in', ballin' lessons on DVD Pay per view shit, making moves since 2'03, can't see me free That love gon' get you like BDP, PSA: I'mma be okay, I'm the iron G Fix flash and I'm a fly emcee, I put a duffle on all of y'all Trouble can't ignore me, I was born to ball Fuck is up? I'm one of one, I need a custom cut Hear the summer come, I want the number one Bitch, walk in with a freak behind me Shades damn near to the sticks, Gianni Too nights and no repeating, mami I'm guttered up, my streets define me I drop your ass to the floor, here to be more Rob me I'll make a detour, robbery how I get to her Probably want out like I knew her, I done got colder Chip on my shoulder, head when I sit in the Rover Brought me a zipper to odor, phone numbers slid in the folder Bullshitting how? Show you my pimping diploma
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[Verse 4: Kidd Kidd] Brought an Audemar for when times was hard Nine calls from the 9th Ward Mardi Gras, take your top off I'm a nasty nigga, might slide and roll Fly your girl out to Miami Sent her back home like they done LeBron I ain't tripping if you ain't tripping, party hard 'till he calls the law Got my own house so I can throw you out I got my own blunt so I ain't putting it out This is my car and I can smoke it out Got my own money and like four accounts Bought my own bottles so I can pour it out Got my own shooters and they scoping out Bought my bitch an ass, now it's poking out If she don't throw it back then I'mma throw her out My condo money don't fold out, wild all out Hoes out, let's roll out, funeral when I go south Girl, your mouth got the kind of brain I don't know about I never changed, I'm so South, big chains and a gold mouth I'm rollin out
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