text: Akon and B.I.G. yea
  Niggas talkin it but aint livin it
  Cristal pops Im sippin it, mob hats and lizard shit
  Gator trunks bitch, rollin blunts with the williest of the willy
  Heckler Koch, M-1s and nine millies
  Stories like a motherfucker
  Model bitches wondering if Im a fuck with her
  She know I treats my bitches like Ivana
  Dolce and Gabana drippin
  Big Poppa never slippin
  H-class diamonds shinin
  Dinner with the wifey winin, dinin
  Smoking cigars in Bogotá
  With Colombian niggas named Panama
  And Englique and shit
  Games we play life endin
  Bitches bending over with ease
  For a pair of Moschino jeans
  And Donna Karan tank tops I got your bank stopped
  Singles on top
  Benjamins
  Under the rest of em
  Advancin
  From duplex to mansion
  Stashing keys hidin Gs overseas
  VCRs in my Vs
  Game elevates, money I make
  Gets your stocks and real estates, bitch
  Jet skiing in the Caribbean, white sands
  Discussing plans with my mans
  Dark blue land, smoke tint chrome rims and system
  That leaves your rear views tremblin
  What you gonna do when poppa catch an attitude?
  Drop to your knees and show gratitude
  Kiss my rings its a Frank White thing I stay potent
  Bitch is devoted, take my dick and deep throat it
  Eternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine
  Looking for this hour glass of time
  Trying to find my purpose on this grand design
  Is there anybody out there living?
  4-5-6 is on the streets, they shootin
  Is there any money out there for me?
  You just listen to this huslers story
  Picture me, a product of the zone three
  Scared lost, dont know what Im suppose to be
  Shit cost, money never came to me
  When shit short, I suffered unshamelessly
  The lord humble niggas specially if they act like
  They too big for they draw when they stacks right
  Think Im bullshittin? A bunch of niggas back like
  Right back hungry, stacks gone, they forgot Christ
  I know a nigga sold his soul for a nickel rock
  I know some hoes for the dro you can hit the cock
  I know a nigga workin 9-5
  Been on 15 years, aint got a car to drive
  I know some nigga wanna act hard, flicks pitch
  Fake jack boys, cant rob, get killed
  Got kin folk backyard big whips
  Escart that lift my homeboy this year
  Akon
  While B.I.G. sittin up with Englique
  Im on the coastline politickin wit Jose
  We got the birds flyin in the coop all day
  Tryin to find a new way to smugglin pure yay
  We bout our business, aint no small time thieves
  If you aint growin the caine then we aint gon meet
  See Im the one to call when things get deep
  And my Africans will put yo main man to sleep, now
  And Mexico far from the block
  Tryin to figure out how many Glocks to a box, now
  Sellin arms as well as rocks in my socks
  If you could show me the money, heres the keys to the lock, now
  Hey, you know the streets is my territory
  Aint scared of nothin, let you fear it for me
  Hey, whether win, lose or draw
  Believe that death is waitin for all
  Face Mob in the buildin 
  Niggas is quick to chop rocks and hide hands
  Make a break for it, get away from it, that was the plan 
  So the whole time, I been plottin on his man
  Caught him slippin and sleepin, I hit his ass wit the can, and
  Heres somethin that you cant understand
  How can one be so cold and snatch a niggas soul? 
  Im on some get back shit, there comes a time
  In every mans mind when its deeper than dollar signs
  I been on the grind, got homies doin time
  Behind niggas actin like bitches and bitches droppin dimes
  Im duckin indictments, pussies is wearing wires
  Niggas just aint tellin, no, they know we let it slide
  But nah, we gotta ride and him, he gotta die
  So if you catch up to his ass before I catch him, give him mine
  The rats one thing a real nigga here despise
  Im a five K one killa, I set his ass on fire