Yeeeeaaah, look up in the sky It's not a bird,
it's not a plane It's one of them little Batman
symbol things Except it's got a lizard in it
Chamillitary, let's get it, ye-yeah!

Top down, money up, gotta stay on the grind
(grind) Top down, money up, gotta stay on the
grind (grind) Top down, money up, gotta stay on
the grind (grind) Gotta stay on the grind homie,
gotta stay on the grind homie (for real) Top down,
money up, gotta stay on the grind (grind) Top
down, money up, gotta stay on the grind (grind)
Top down, money up, gotta stay on the grind
(grind) Gotta stay on the grind (grind), gotta go and get mine homie

I move from lobby to lobby and the shottie ridin
beside me I bet that shottie go lollipop if you
tryin to rob me No, that's probably a hottie, she
tuggin on me like a dolly Black Magic on my tires,
while she Mr. Miyagi the body - wax on, wax off
I'm a player, don't play so play up above me All
this vegetation I'm makin, I bet ya say that
you're hungry Jenny Craig for my bread, my wallet
lookin so pudgy Got that cake, got that cream, the
fat one say that she love me I'ma put the city on
my back, I mean put it right back on my back And
it still say R.I.P. to that Pimp C on back of that
'Llac And I keep these broads goin crazy, talk so
much smack on my tracks Because I'm a mack/Mac
like your laptop so tell 'em that on iChat Uh, you
should mind your bidness here, you should mind
your bidness dear All this money I'ma get this
year, that mean your money gon' disappear Ain't no
women strippin here, ain't no women strippin here?
Wait till they see my whip appear, that's what I
call whip appeal It's the Barack O-baller, I know
she tryna holler Roll her number on a dollar but I
really just want the dollar I hope it's not your
daughter, cause I'm probably not gon' call her
Universal Republic, yeah I'm the shot that's in
your revolver Yeah I'm reloading homie, the pistol
holder's on me And you know I'm talkin to you know
who cause you know you're phoney It's lonely at
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complainers and tell 'em that you won't be rollin
no mo' Some want some in the ruler and his first
statement said "You suck" Musical chairs, see the
chopper, gon' beat a goose, you duck Texas used to
be screwed up but you ain't us, you can't fool us
Got a problem with Koopa? When, where, how, who,
what? He said he hate my confidence and how I
wreck the beat Talkin down in front of me, I hope
you got some special teeth I got my hand on the
trigger, the fakeness about rest in peace Actin
just like my publicist, I think I'm bout to press
release The mover, you the shaker, I'm the
realest, you the faker Chamillinators, fact then
I'm back to rebuking haters I promise I pull the
baddest broad in stew to bake her I'm true to
paper and pretty ones always glued to paper Nah I
ain't got to love her, Texas I got ya covered They
tryna be all on the D so I'm bout to pull out the
rubbers Got a ghetto chick that I know that'll
sock a soccer mother And after that probably go to
her house and sock her mother I showed the
underground how to attract the dollars bills But I
got some haters in the city that want me to keep
it real Sayin that the kid went commercial to get
a deal You a clown, need to go do commercials for
happy meals They ain't heard my voice in a minute
so the ladies say they been gettin restless
Dallas, Fort Worth, San Antonio, Killeen, Austin
and Tyler Texas Like Biggie said "Rub on your
breasts", remove your clothes, you don't need your
dresses A lotta people say they the best but their
words are not impressive Lames know that I burn
money, I'ma show you how to melt a stack First
I'ma go hit the bank, then hit Harlem Nights after
that They know I've been on the grind in every
city that's on the map Looked down at the welcome
mat and noticed it said "Welcome back"

Ho, all this applause for me? I appreciate it,
thank you, thank you I don't need no birthday cake
though, I got enough cake I'm on you boy, yeah,
you know what it is, Koopa