This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's
With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back
This is for the players hustlas pimps and macks
With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks
This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's
With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back
This is for the players smokin doolamac
Slappin skins makin dividends and riding strapped
Windows so dark you need a flashlight to see me
Smokin on that doshia
Four niggas in the back screaming No Limit soldiers
True to the gizzame stopped in the projects
Sold a half an ounce of cocaine
Hit interstate ten to Texas
Listening to DJ Screw just raised the Lexus
Called up Pimp C
Did a song last week with my n***a Bun B
Twistin on some green spinach
And niggas still trippin I aint dead
I'm still in it
This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's
With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back
This is for the players hustlas pimps and macks
With the Benz makin ends and them paper stacks
Silkk The Shocker
See pockets full of dollars already stacked
Strong gangsta leaning sideways
Today aint Friday ten it is and today is my day
Take it from mister high spoke rider
Cadillac Suburban driver p***y diver
Push the glock inside when I'm riding
Flossing down the block
Holla at my boys up in the third
Got the latest word swerve to the side of the curb
A fiend that wanted me to serve him
I said b***h cant tell I'm off
But I still gave him five dollars to wipe my white walls
And then I burst up out the block
Dropped the top cause it was hot
Hit the spot with the most hoes at the sideshow
Abouts to plot
Spin donuts you know I'm macking a straight up n***a
Catch me spinnin' you can tell I was there
Cause I clocked smoke when I was finished
I seen five O and man he tried to sweat me
Thinkin he'd be nice and all cause
I gotta 185 in the hood and you know they
Can't catch me
And if you see me chilling you can stop me
But i keep that glock 40 up on the dashboard
You never know who might not be
This is for the playas
Playa play on
I can't hate you homie
Playa play on
I can't hate you homie
Burbans and Lacs mansions and bitches money and weed
A made life is all I dream
Paper chasing for that green
I'm thugging on the scene n***a
What ya don't believe well check the credent's
They'll tell ya
A niggas living presidential
I'm on the level that you bustas will never feel
My daughter thought I'd get caught up
In the game and get killed
But reverse that shit and hit the studio and make a mill
For real I'm slanging platinum shit
Until I'm old and ill
Lil' Gotti I'm gonna make you feel what I say
I got time to parlay
Chill off in the bay smoke some hay
I wouldn't have that shit no other way
The made life the game tight No Limit for life
This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's
With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back
This is for the players smokin doolamac
With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks
This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's
With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back
This is for the players smokin doolamac
With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks
Playa play on
I can't hate you homie
