You know you bubblin' when they talkin' 'bout you Haters, careful when you bring the style 'round 'em Fuck these pussies, run a mile 'round 'em Just jumped out of county, 'bout to bring hell for 'em I stayed on the shelf for 'em, but it took y'all too long Man, I'm done wishing well for 'em Lay down my pride I made this rap money and some on the side I hear what the blog say is live I think that shit like you, deprived You folding when they start interrogation Hate that fuck shit, but you scared to say shit That's your partner, how you bare the statement? All these fucking pussies got contamination Who got the dope to sell? Who got the doors to kick? Who got the hoes to trick? Who make the money flip? Cash Money Records up in this bitch And we gon' keep it 2000, somewhere, sitting on an island You lil motherfuckers still whilin' We got all the money, why is you smilin'? We coming straight for the gualas, ain't no use in tryna stall us 137 text messages this morning, man, I promise 1, 800 different e-mails, you don't need to know the details Most of them about deposits You busy tweeting like some females I've been sober for a couple days Time to get geeked again I'm fucking yo' bitch every Monday We don't talk on the weekends I'm staying solid when they creeped in You shallow, why you in the deep end? I got money, I don't need friends I'm just kicking all these rappers' teeth in! Yeah! Who got the dope to sell? Who got the doors to kick? Who got the hoes to trick? Who make the money flip? Cash Money Records up in this bitch And we gon' keep it 2000, somewhere, sitting on an island You lil motherfuckers still whilin' We got all the money, why is you smilin'? Thumbing through the check I cum on my bitch, call it "cumin' correct" I'm thumbing through the check How many women here wanna have sex? I'm thumbing through the check Show me them titties, I always got time to get busy How much more can I put on for the city? How much did I take? I'm starting to get dizzy I can't stand a motherfucker wanna tweet about ya Won't say it to ya face though You the reason I ain't on social media I'm off at the lake show Ain't no one out here you could wait for You gotta go and get it, full speed ahead People only finna take more They dead to ya, only fools feed the dead Speed through the light, no red Shout out VL where I shop Got the rubber bands in the shoe box Bandana 'round my head, 2Pac In the streets, we roll with the moonrocks I'm a iced-out human jewel box Well known only in a few spots Who got the dope to sell? Who got the doors to kick? Who got the hoes to trick? Who make the money flip? Cash Money Records up in this bitch And we gon' keep it 2000, somewhere, sitting on an island You lil motherfuckers still whilin' We got all the money, why is you smilin'?