Uh Uh   Yup   Uh Uh   Bow Weezy   Look   Call me Chris Tucker (Why?)   Because my money talk   And you can tell I’m rich bitch   By the way I walk   And I get bucks    Like Milwaukee do   And L.B.W. GANG   Yeah that be the crew   My closet be looking like footlocker   Louie Vuitton shopper Bentley copper   Now who is hotter than me?   Me being I    All the ladies tell touch it like I’m Busta Rhymes    I’m in Miami now South Beach white beat   Lambo top down   You know how I be   You say you balling   But I ball way harder   Black card spending    When I down in ball harbor    We buy the whole mall up   You ask why I’m doing it   Cuz I can afford it   (What kind of stupid question is that?)   The chain on my neck cost more then your salary    You lame niggas ??? me   Your green is like after me   Gucci shades is what cover my eyes   And ya boy stay fly   Like 365 whip me down   Fresh tee and some brand new J’s whip me down   I’m getting mo money like Damon Wayans   And I’m bad like Cool J   I got a bad little Houston chick   Thick like Beyonce   And she my down ass   With a round ass   And she does anything that the boy ask   Sold out shows   Everywhere I go   Just to hear the young boy from the O-H flow   100 G’s per show   If I’m selling out anywhere I go   Now follow   My lead   All ya’ll young new rappers   And take notes    Like Rakim I ain’t no joke   I’m bond to smoke any mic I touch   Rock a show 30 thousand plus    I make them put they’re hands up   Bow is what’s up   I’m in demand   I’m the prince of the rap game   Nigga I’m the man