Here we go welcome to my world nigga of. Cadillac's and stacks. Triple X throwbacks with my name on the back. Uh I know you see us. You wanna be us. With Jam Master Jay on my Adidas. Plus I ride around in two-seata's. I hope it's cold cause I'm comin wit my heata. I'm on the Fleeta doin 150. Can't you tell by my cut why I'm pimpin. And if I hit one time she's limpin. And if he trick one dime he's simpin. Cause we don't do it like that over here. All we do is grip grain on the stair. Like Killer Mike all I do is dream about sex. But when I wake up I have a dream about a check. And after that I burn rubber when I jump in my Vette'. Yet his hoes raise up but it ain't come out yet I'm speed racin. (Chorus 1). On 20's (On 20's). Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin). These hoes grinnin. I pulled up with the top off. On 20's (On 20's). Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin). These hoes grinnin. Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop off. Yeah yeah yeah I got a need for speed get in da truck wit me. Or we can start in the Bentley doin a buck fifty. I'm so gangsta chickenheads don't wanna fuck wit me. But you can love me or hate me baby you're stuck wit me. And I'm a fluff till the police come and get me. We run dis city you can't do nothin wit me. It's young red ya'll I'm rollin somethin sticky. You see them 20's believe they worth three a penny. And I ain't really got nuthin to lose. So announce on 22's start spreadin the news. Let's speed it up a little. Hoes love to choose. Soon as they spot the drop man it gotta be the shoes. The fast lane is where a nigga live e'er night. Look for the grain stay away from the red light. Them old folks hear me creepin up the street. Cause they know I got them I got them. Woofers in my jeep nigga. (Chorus 2). On 20's (On 20's). Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin). These hoes grinnin. I pulled up with the top off. On 20's (On 20's). Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin). These hoes grinnin. Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop off. On 20's (On 20's). Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin). These hoes grinnin. We never lose sleep lemme. On 20's (On 20's). Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin). These hoes grinnin. You can't even breath in it. (*talking*). Say there go the laws man. Where where. They gettin behind us right now. Stop lyin man you lyin. Don't worry about it we in a lamborghini man. I'm gone. I got a lambo I got a drop jag. Plus I got a Harley bike nigga top that. Now e'erbody be like where you shop at. And they be askin dumb shit like where you got that. That's when I look back and say I'm a superstar. And if it cost a hundred grand it's a supercar. I'm still ballin 20 still crawlin. Like retarded kids my DVD's stallin. Lakers still callin but we already signed. We about to be legends like Morris Day & the Time. When Paul gave me a call man I had to do it. I gotta rep where I'm from so I had to screw it uh. I'm from the home of the Houston Texans. The only horse we ride is in our Lexus. Nowadays everybody wanna chop on blades. But we been doin that ya'll better behave. (Chorus 2)