I told y 'all I was gonna do it for you niggas. Take off. Y 'all know what time it is.
Liberty City niggas, Kerr City niggas, Seminole niggas, Tyler Niggas, Wynn Ward niggas, Richmond Heights niggas, Ryan Niggas, Rangers niggas, Homestead niggas, Florida City niggas, Overtown niggas, Cumberland Grove niggas, South Miami niggas, Opelok niggas, to Daddy Dollars y 'all.
Yo, that's right. Huh, huh. I push them daily, smoke them dirty, roll them heavy, baby. Hittin' cones, pullin' bitches, and no cheddars, lady. Doze of bellas, candies, and letters, what they want, nigga.
Two -do's, four -do's, we call them don'ts, nigga. Break a breaker, it's Dade County on the number line. Seventy -ones, seventy -two, three -fours, and five.
My verse is seven pounds, my shit be gettin' down. I got a seven -trade duck, and they can't catch me now, at Daddy Dollars, y 'all. I'm from the motherfuckin' city of Caprice's Inn, apologize, holla, dawg.
Eight to eight, straight and shady, I still beat it, baby. Married twice, five kids, I still eat it, lady. Ain't no shit shade of beige till I see better days.
And they can't see right the only way. Baseball, the sense, bodacious, bulges for your shoulders. Pass me by, you won't get high, so won't you come on over?
Whoa, my potty head, X -Men, X -Cons. I got them bars all the way from Marathon to West Palm. Call me the butcher man, the cookie -cookie man. I got a sauce you want on hard, I guess I burn it then.
At Daddy Dollars, y 'all. I'm from the motherfuckin' city of Caprice's Inn, apologize, holla, dawg. At Daddy Dollars, y 'all. I'm from the motherfuckin' city of Caprice's Inn, apologize, holla, dawg.
I like them rugged, born thuggin', cold -blooded niggas. Pinky ringin', blingin', and rollin' platinum putty, nigga. Don't want no busters either, you got to pay this diva. And if your money ain't long, nigga, I don't see ya.
Cause I'm the baddest bitch, ballin' with the baddest clique. I make your money disappear like a magic trick. A classic chick, but I can still get it, spit it, raunch it. I keep the club jumpin', jumpin' like my girl, Beyoncé.
Celine suits, lookin' cute with the matching boots. I'm gettin' luchy -ass juicy, been a passion fruit. You know my clique, Deuce, Poppy, and my nigga Trick. The Lost Tribe, Trey Sixx, said we rollin' thick. The Diamond Princess, I came there, hoe, faded. I'm a first -round draft pick, y 'all bitches gettin' traded. I'm triple -X rated, pussy stay soakin' wet. I set a nigga up quick for his cokin' jab.
It's Miss Trina, baby. I'm from the city where the bitches shakin' ass, gettin' cash, holla back, ladies. It's Miss Trina, baby. I'm from the city where the bitches shakin' ass, gettin' cash, holla back, ladies. New York niggas, D .C. niggas, Detroit niggas, V .A. niggas, G .A. niggas, all around worldwide, nigga.
I throw a bullet at ya like a Danny Marino floater. I'm a half a brick, slangin' up, swangin' speed roller. Bustin' them blue 4 -4 with the speed loader. How they go toe -to -toe with the 44 toter? For sure, y 'all, room is full of pecs and thugs. Ghetto pharmacy is full of prescription drugs, bangin' like crooks and bloods.
My enemies drippin' blood. Workers at the graveyard late night diggin' mud to prepare ya for ya pillow inside the box. When they ridin' blocks, I always hide my Glock in the dashboard next to my passport. In the double S, I pay 13 cash for.
My name is Richard Nixon, but they screamin' Deuce Pop with the one -stop shop. Here I'm wheelin' rocks. I feed the block and ride the script in the 10 -inch drive. And I even met the niggas who inventin' rocks.
I got the block game from the county of Dade. The bounty hunter won't rest if my bounty is paid. We got 200 bricks comin' from the direct link. I pray to God the boat carryin' that coke don't sink. What? It's Deuce Poppin', nigga. I'm from the home of the chrome and the choppa triggers. What's up, Holla, nigga? It's Deuce Poppin', nigga. I'm from the home of the chrome and the choppa triggers. What's up, Holla, nigga?
