| 2 triple O |
| Sole' |
| S, uh |
| O, ah |
| L, yeah |
| E, accent |
| S, yeah |
| O, uh |
| L, yeah |
| E, accent |
| Ugh, it’s the brown cocomo mama |
| Call shots, 12 room yachts |
| Cruisin' the Bahamas, Pocahontas |
| Strictly out for dollas |
| Sole' serve it up hot like Benny Hanas |
| You’s a TV dinner, gots to come hard |
| You seein' me nigga |
| Wanna freak me, eat me, can’t treat me nigga? |
| No answer, you besta be on your way, uh |
| Money tossed and you got nothin' to say, yeah |
| Round the way in the SLK |
| Sittin' on 20 inches, get money, fuck niggas |
| Stack flows, got cats with cash flows and dough |
| All night in the flow, tight |
| Another pretty face that you bet' know |
| I’m the illest Cherokee to ever slap a ho |
| I drop four in your dough, your hard-on? |
| Get it straight |
| You can’t fuck around on your best date |
| Now what the deal? |
| Get your money and your life right |
| It’s a cost to be boss, get the price right |
| Playas hold it down, then keep ya game tight |
| Say what you want, but spell her name right, uh-huh |
| Cashin' chips in, all best down, in the Lex now |
| Decked out, make 'em sweat now |
| Never let down, precede caution |
| Had it with flossers, sworn a stinkin' nigga, toss it |
| Soon as they saw it, shit nigga |
| I ain’t no freak ho, I ain’t no duck ho |
| I ain’t no «took me out to eat so we gon' fuck"ho |
| FUCK NO! I’m a look-but-don't-touch ho |
| The baddest, one shot of? fire cabbage |
| The maddest, the ill flow paterant |
| In and out the pocket, write it down, 16 drop it |
| Make a mil when the pants fill |
| I step it up, when I talk I back it up |
| I put that out there |
| In case you bitches start actin' up like y’all fit for action |
| Cut the mics off and we can get to bitch bashin' |
| If not, stop talkin', then start walkin' |
| Cuz real niggas out here like talkin' |
| You little girls is childs play, I bring it to your man |
| Sole' got it locked from the block to Sound-Scan |
| Fuck his tummy up, stay off us, ya hear |
| Red Zone gon' show y’all how to ball this year |
| I’m big like bottles of Crys and foreign whips |
| I’m more like more street bombs and stock tips |
| Bigger than your fox and your bricks |
| I’m more like Vegas, bet a hundred dollas, got the red chips |
| If you call me a ho, you better say «Miss Ho» |
| We can get it on rat scraps or the pistol |
| If you call me a bitch, you better say «Rich Bitch» |
| Cuz can’t NAN HO fuck with this! |
| So what you want nigga? |
| S, uh |
| O, ah |
| L, yeah |
| E, accent |
| S, yeah |
| O, uh |
| L, yeah |
| E, accent |
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| O, ah |
| L, yeah |
| E, accent |
| S, yeah |
| O, uh |
| L, yeah |
| E, accent |