Carl, Enzo, Lil Wayne, Baby, Bun B, it's your boy Eddie Poo for the voluntary army.

Get special mix for the radio.

I'm certified, baby.

We mix the DJ.

Acorn and glasses

Akon and glasses.

G Malone.

Niggas spit fairytale.

she issued the facts not cheesy but i sold my fair issue a crack not wheezy

But Wheezy right here, man, it's Cash Money Records.

Let me make it quite clear.

Fuckin' with the brands like fuckin' with the town.

Know a piss-wax nigga, make a square bow down.

I'm certified, baby.

You better ask you.

Better tread right like you're wearing class shoes.

Check this crown, hold the jeans.

You really won't be.

I'm in Knightstown chillin', young Chris, young me.

Or I'm down in the A with the boy Poe Hague.

Catch me in the H-Pimp, got my trunk waved.

Find me in the Natty South, souring with the native trick trick.

Hex murder.

Then my boys out the D. Mr. Fab in the Bay.

3-6 in Tennessee.

I'm certified, baby.

They just pretend to be.

I ain't all that beefy Got niggas to brush and blow

Ask around the streets, man, I'm certified.

to satisfy.

See, I ain't falling that deep, a matter of fact.

I'm trying to chill with the species.

Ask around the hood.

Now I hate to have to put a bullet in your mind.

Post a stock market against the world, I don't care, I don't have the time.

I have the money in my pockets, under France, under the money.

Respect you avec tout le monde.

Alors fais-en de même ou c'est des trous dans les poumons pour que tu respires par la domaine.

Saison, bien étrange Maison, fermée dans ma tête Tout se mélange et j'en perds ma raison

We'll be right back.

We'll be right back.

I ain't fallin' deep, baby

Mr. Bush, ask around the streets, man.

I'm certified.

Cross sees all my customers are satisfied.

See, I ain't for all that.

beef and matter of fact, I'm trying to chill with the species.

around the hood man i'm certified and i hate to have to put a bullet in your mind

I'm G from the feed up.

So speed up.

You hold up from the flow up.

So E.

He's up.

It's G's up.

Everybody else get low.

Cause I'm a put a hater on lockdown like it's.

Get more.

I get more money.

I spit more fire.

I knock more bombs.

and sit more higher.

UGK for life to death and I'm no liar.

It's all right.

heat to the pimp till the day i expire i'm a rep for the team i got it on my back

like atlas holding on to the world and that's a fact i'ma hop off in the slab and get back on the

So I can keep this trio movement on they mind.

Rockin' my Fuji Air Jordans and a B.

head zipping on seraphim white can you see that uck for life is bold in the

Tattoo, disrespect, we coming at you, me, Wayne.

Acorn and glasses, I ain't fallin'.

Ask around.

streets, Phantom certified.

Cross sees all my customers are satisfied.

I ain't for all that beef, babe.

Matter of fact, I'm trying to chill with this piece, babe.

Yeah.

Birdman, baby.

You know we sipping that red champagne.

Me and the little homie in D-Town, baby.

Putting it down off the ground, moving whole things, baby.

Know my old town out here now, baby.

It's Dallas, Inno, and the West Coast, baby.

Get money all the time Shining is a must Keep the extra mil in the truck

Red phantom, red truck, red crib, red house, get money how we live.

It be girls so wet and she love that candy.

See, I caught her on the pole while she

Flippin' and dancin' through a stacks and I know that's handy.

Normal boss ball to old schools, we playin' it.

Go to Club Blue, true to what I do.

CMB, baby, we so will too.

Rag top Bentley, stitch the lining.

Five star Jeep, don't ever cross that line.

And I'm bawling like fade away.

She all know my Eskimo, you're like, wait a day.

Now you can walk, crawl, or skate away, but not me, because I...

this bitch and I might keep running I might keep running but I'm never running out of money I'm a dog I'm a stunt if I don't

Do nothing wheezy hot like this, son.

They better get your acorn and glasses.

I ain't all that beefy Got niggas to bushy for no reason

Ask around the streets, man, I'm certified.

I'm satisfied.

See, I ain't for all that beef.

Matter of fact.

I'm trying to chill with the spaces Ask around the hood

Now I hate to have to put a bullet in your mind.

Who they want, who they came to see.

The realest nigga in this whole entire game is me.

YB, yeah.

And I ain't talking Young Burger Buck now.

Your boy in the streets getting fur.

First class on the plane, virgin plush.

You know your boys stay fly like birds and ducks.

And every artist in my path getting served for lunch.

Yo, I've been a bad boy before I heard them.

puff, and I've been throwing rocks before I heard a J, you need work, I can throw a few birds your way, I got a cannon that'll lift you off the earth today, call it the blue magic flow, how I serve the bay, I mean for real, shouty, ask about me, I'm certified, if you run up on that boy YB, you're sure to die, put these rappers in a pot, watch them simmer and cook

Me and G Malone got the whole rap game shook What's good?

Got niggas to bushy.

Ask around.

All my customers are satisfied.

See, I ain't for all that beef.

Matter of fact, I'm trying to chill with this piece.

Ask around the hood, man, I'm certified.

And I hate to have to put a bullet in.

My.