Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bang, bang, bang
Doh, doh doh doh
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
DP on the beat
Hundred for the ones and two hundred for my
I paid hundred for the ones
And two hundred for my gun
Paid a hundred for the drum
Just to go up in my gun
Paid fifty for some bullets
Thats a box of bullets
Shoot em at your stomach
And shoot at your medulla
With my ruger
Smoking Tooka
In my bimmer
Im a fooler
Pull up on ya
Pull up to ya
Switch cars
Then I fool ya
Pull up in that Rari, hallelujah
Then I hop up in my Bimmer just to fool ya
Fool your bitch, I pull up in that fucking Hummer
Hummer H2, bitch, no, this aint no scooter
It go faster than a Harley
Someone please pass me the damn Marley, ayy
Even though I dont smoke with nobody
I dont need no bodyguard I got my body
Got my nina
Got my Tommy 
Shoot this shit right up at your tummy 
Now youre looking like a zombie
Trying to get help but you couldnt find it 
My Bimmer colored suu-whoop ravioli 
Member when I used to eat ravioli 
Now I can buy Kay Kay a little pony 
Anything she want, you know Im on it
That money, I be on it 
I aint got no business sittin on it 
I just got some business with gettin money
You aint talking money, that shit funny
I paid hundred for the ones
And two hundred for my gun
Paid a hundred for the drum
Just to go up in my gun
Paid fifty for some bullets
Thats a box of bullets
Shoot em at your stomach
And shoot at your medulla
With my ruger
Smoking Tooka
In my bimmer
Im a fooler
Pull up on ya
Pull up to ya
Switch cars
Then I fool ya
Somewhere coolin in my mansion
Holding your bitch for ransom
How much you got to get her back, fam?
She aint worth shit so I hope you got about 10
Boy, I heard your belt Versace
I got fifty times Versace in my pocket
Money be my logic
So you know Im all about it