(Chorus)



Money, hoes, cars, and clothes, that's how all my niggas know

blowin dro on 24's, that's how all my niggas roll (2x)



(TI verse 1)

In a frop top chevy with the roof wide open

my partners looking at me to see if my eyes still open

cause I been drinkin, and I been smoking

flying down 285 but I'm focus

its a four fifty four, where it says I raise comotion

white leather seats, as fresh as air forces

doing bout a hundred but the track still bumping

number 8 on nwa straight out of compton

pull up at your apartment sitting 24s

and the dope boys, saying the kids running in

the clicks start dealing and the broads start choosing

and the cars been parked but the rims keep moving

sign pictures by the hundred, to the youngins in the hood

cause I ain't hollywood, I come from hood

I'm use to it, if your rear view shaking and your seats vibrating

24 inch jays got the chevrolet shaking



(chorus)



Verse 2

I'll make a mill and I'm satisfied, I'll get the rest

at the age of seventeen, entertaining the rides, I want the best

I refuse to get a 9 to 5, I'm a flip my keys

been paying my dues since 89, trying to get my cheese

diamonds gleam when I'm on the scene, they know its me

ain't no dream or no fantasy its T I P

brought busting, like a baby do a blanket

5 karats on my motherfucking pinkie, half of hennessy and belevedre

what we drinking, pimps send for broads

what the hell you niggas thinkin, yall niggas spend a weekend in the

islands in the fall, 24 inch rim shining when I'm riding cause I'm ballin

I'm calling out shots like a pool shark

my tools spark, when I fool yall, yall foold hard in the wrong place

and the wrong time, I got a strong mind

to grab my dro