Get Dollaz

(albüm: You Know What It Is, Volume 4: Murda Game Chronicles - 2007)

See I been around the world getting dollars
Black cards and porn stars, holla
(Fuck him, you should be riding with me)
And I'll probably put dick to your favorite chick, no
(She know what's up, nigga jump in the V)
Because I'm balling, cause I'm balling, balling
(Hey yo nigga you ain't supposed to open them fucking shrimps with your hands, nigga, international nigga)

Mothafucka it's young Hoffa, the Don Dada
None hotter, red Polo fleece, Air Force 1's, Prada
'07, 600, Kit Robus
They can't rob us, approach the car, get shot up
Shoot back, bulletproof shit
The roof is transclusive, hop out the top shooting
At your ball cap, fall back or get you all clapped
Five shots, Hecklor & Koch over them tall stacks
I bluff haters, pull quick, can't shake us
Like crap shooters in Vegas falling out for the paper
Nigga we don't stop, till all the Don bottles is popped
We tote Glocks andthrow back rocks, Patron shots
All niggas know not to infultrate my crew
We get money and fuck bitches better than you
I'm not Sean, I'm the top don, more like the top gun
Call Tom Cruise and tell him we got one

Yo, first Compton nigga to ever go to mo' fucking France and eat French fries, nigga
It's what I do, I'm Rich Game, bitch, respect me, nigga
Can't fuck with me, nigga
The black Jim Hoffa

Hold up, yo the kid's back with big stacks, fuck the chit chat
Click-clack, cock the fo' fifth back
Bang, in broad day, mid-town Manhattan the broad way
Of any pissy project hallway
It's the black rag assassin over Benjamins I'll hop out blasting
Dodger fitted, three holes in my ski mask
Paper plates on the magnum, toe-tag 'em
White bag 'em, cops can't find evidence so they harrass him
Big money, beat cases, got lawyers to eat cases
Taylor, Versace suits and brief cases
I make bail and take sail somewhere in the Bahamas
In my condo feeding piranhas
Niggas can't beat him, better hop in the Lambo with him
My flow hot, create water falls in 7 denim
Same rules apply for Joe's Jeans, Ed Hardy and True Religion
Hop out the roof is missing
Gone

See I been around the world getting dollars
Black cards and porn stars, holla
(Fuck him, you should be riding with me)
And I'll probably put dick to your favorite chick, no
(She know what's up, nigga jump in the V)
Because I'm balling, cause I'm balling, balling
(Hey yo nigga you ain't supposed to open them fucking shrimps with your hands, nigga, international nigga)