Get my people out them chains nigga

I mean handcuffs, time to man up

Put my hands up? Fuck you sayin′ bruh'Cause I′m a black man, in a Phantom

Or is it 'cause my windows tinted?

Car cost three hundred thou' and I blow Indo in it

You mad ′cause your daughter fuck with me on spring break

Well, I′ma fuck her 'til the springs break

Yeah, roll another one ′cause I'm winning

In my four-door looking real photogenic

Gentleman attire, in threads that won′t expire

I'm in a class of my own, my teacher got fired

Money getting long, pussy rate keep rising

Versace outfit cost me three thousand

From the P houses, did it from the wee hours

Selling that chicken no lemon pepper, no sweet and sour

First you get the power, then you get respect

I′m getting so much money I can buy ya bitch

Take it how you wanna, if you wanna take it

I like clubs where all the women working naked

Fell in love with a waitress what the fuck I'm thinking

Bought that hoe a ring, it was for her pinky

Uh, that's pimpin′ that′s slick

Got a bottle of cologne that cost more than your rent

Fuck y'all mad at me for

Got a black card, and a black Phantom

With a white bitch in Idaho, I do the same thing in (Montana)

Got a thick bitch in Atlanta, got a redbone in the Chi

Got two chains, they two-tone, two hundred racks, no lie (true)

Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!

I′m 'bout to rumble in the jungle in these new Kanye′s

Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!

My lawyer threw them gloves on and beat another case

Fuck y'all mad at me for, ′cause my belt got two G's on it

Her bag got two C's on it, my daughter′s stroller got D′s on it

Free Big Meech, Free Boosie and C-Murder

Like New Orleans, like Baltimore, come to Compton you'll see murders

And my AR see murders, that′s beef nigga no burgers

I'm insane and you Usain, nigga better turn on them burners

Got coke swimming in that glass jar, bitch go turn on them burners

Got dope to sell in this hotel, no half price, no retail

You a bitch nigga, no female, I smack niggas, Sprewell

I′m on the block like D12, I got the white, no D-12

Like a little nigga in Africa, I was born totin' that K

And that′s real shit, no Will Smith and no Nona Gaye

But they yellin'...

Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!

Thank God that a nigga seen another day

Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!

Got a chopper and a bottle fuck it let 'em spray

I take my case to trial, hire the Dream Team

Robbie Kardashian, Johnnie Cochran, I seen things

I dream big, I think sharp

Inhale smoke, Hawaiian tree bark

Humble yourself, you not a G, keep it one with yourself

Run to niggas for help, favors I keep one on the shelf

I got rifles with lasers, swing it just like the majors

Hit you right above navel, now you swimming in pavement

Gold medals on my neck, I call it Michael Phelps

Hoes settling for less, I call ′em bottom shelf

Niggas tough on them blogs and never did nothing at all

On the road to the riches, bitches not tagging along

Unless it′s ass in a thong, hit that ass and I'm gone

Disrespect my nigga Boss and I′m flashin' the chrome

I′m waving the TEC, Tity sprayin' the MAC

Extendos in the back, gonna lap

Got a bitch that look like Laila Ali sittin′ in my lap

Got a call from Skateboard, pick 'em up at LAX

Speaking skateboards, where Tune at?

Fuck with him, I'll break a skateboard on a nigga back

2 Chainz!

Skateboard on a nigga track

No lie, "No Lie" already got a plaque

Mama got a house, daughter got accounts

Just to think a nigga like me started with a ounce

Bad bitches and D-boys, we bring ′em out

If them niggas pussy, we douche ′em, we clean 'em out

This the voice of ghetto intelligence

If you got work, go to work, don′t work at your residence

For presidents

Word to Muhammad, that triple beam is heaven-sent

Riding through the jungles in that motherfuckin' elephant

That′s a gray ghost, with the ears on it

Swimming through the hood like it got fins on it (tell 'em)

You know I got that work on the foreman grill

Weigh the motherfuckers in, made another mill′

Got a nigga feeling like Cassius Clay

Thrilla in Manilla, nigga want it whip his ass today

Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!

Thank God that a nigga seen another day

Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!

Got a chopper and a bottle fuck it let 'em spray

Ay, nigga guess what I just picked up?

Nigga, talk to yo' nigga

Ay, my fuckin′ Jesus piece (woo)

Ay, ay, ay, nigga, nigga look at ya boy, look at ya boy

Ay, nigga look, look real quick, real quick, look at Jesus eyes though

Nigga they got diamonds in it, nigga iced out

Nigga iced out Jesus face on these bitches nigga

Ay, don′t ever question my religion

I just put 50 stacks on Jesus face out here nigga

You see it, ay, ay, ay, real quick, real quick, look at his headband (ooh)

Nigga, nigga look it, look at ya boy, nigga

Ay, nigga I put the fuckin' rubies around a nigga fuckin′ joint nigga

Yo, chill here come Kanye, shut up don't

Let me turn my piece around