Out crusin the streets pockets full of cash no where to go Looking to stop someone to see.. given some attention to whoever it be Weavin threw traffic u alreadee We call it riverHuntin u call it stuntin.. Windows rolled half way Paul wall Sittin sidewayzzzz Cris crossin.....4....wayz It's my ways or the highzwayz niggga Why everyone so money hongree Money buys happiness but I disagree I'm just tryin to make my life complete Dealing with the battle from the street Lookin over my shoulder for the god damn heat Just want a normal life Someday find a wife Please just let me Run from it all Don't want my momma to get dat last call Theee almighty dollar Gotta fat stack....Ima holler Credit seven fiftee ya come fuck wit mee Run up on me and we gonna see We gonna have some beef I'm outlandish I'm famished Might as well king me now Ima tickin time bomb bout to go Puh pow !!! Puh pow Cruisin the streets Chasin niggas like we in track meets Throwin money at u yo game is week Rollin deep crew has those fleets Its a holiday nigga trick or treats Day of the dead Pop pop fill u with lead I do dirt belive wgat they said Im too sexy right said fred Did it all just to get in yo girls head Yo girls head feel that dome Im not that nigga better leave ne alone I got what u need just pick up and dial Dont call 911 Call me im jesus's son Thee almighty the reichtus one Ya in that one One to the two 2 to the 3 Come wit me ill set u free Make you part of my family tree 3 to the 4 Dont wanna fuck wit me Im the that boogie man the cacoohee Im at yo door pop pop 123 4 to 5 take a long ass drive Relieve that stress so i can trive Stay undacova just stay alive 5 to the 6 Makiin a remix ole school hits Too shorts to legits Ima white boy but i got those spits 6 to 7 All dogs they went to heavan 101 bitches all went to hell All the rest sent up state jail Hustlin stamps just to send mail Ol homies with them pinky nails Got that white doin fat rails 7 to the 8 Knockin on heavans gate Hoping its not to late Did somuch dirt so much hate where god wants me must be fate 8 to the 9 Crusin the streets all the time Vocab on point all i do is rhyme Get the hoes all them dimes Wine n dines 9 to the 10 Wouldnt change a thing do it all again All i do is win Durteedave 509