Snofall Album Lyrics by Jeezy

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SNOFALL

Can't lie, it's been a rocky road
Nigga, I been busy like the chef on Windy Hills at the Pappadeaux's
Still grinding like it's pots and Os
Amalfi Coast, tell Solo hit my line when the deal is closed
Billionaire mindset, yeah, goals is goals
It's up, we just get the wap, nigga, hoes is hoes
Pink slips and the deeds, yeah, we live for those
Lube 'em up with the grease, like in Mykonos

Can't lie, it's been a cold world
Nigga, I been busy like a chef at Thanksgiving (Gangsta Grillz, you bastards)
Still grinding like it's a five-dollar mitape hustle
I been on fire recently
Tell Lake to holla at me when the deal is closed (Dramatic, nigga)

Can't lie, it's been a rocky road
Nigga, I been busy like the chef on Windy Hills at the Pappadeaux's
Still grinding like it's pots and Os
Amalfi Coast, tell Solo hit my line when the deal is closed (Gangsta, Gangsta, Gangsta)
Billionaire mindset, yeah, goals is goals
It's up, we just get the wap, nigga, hoes is hoes
Pink slips and the deeds, yeah, we live for those
Lube 'em up with the grease, like in Mykonos (Gangsta Grillz)

Snowman, forever
DJ Drama
SNOFALL (Dramatic)

Can't lie, it's been a rocky road
Nigga, I been busy like the chef on Windy Hills at the Pappadeaux's
Still grinding like it's pots and Os
Amalfi Coast, tell Solo hit my line when the deal is closed (Gangsta Grillz)
Billionaire mindset, yeah, goals is goals
It's up, we just get the wap, nigga, hoes is hoes
Pink slips and the deeds, yeah, we live for those
Lube 'em up with the grease, like in Mykonos (Big Snow)

Rob the dope game crook, I might write a book (book)
Hundred deep in Magic City, I had niggas shook (shook ones)
Nine piece for five bands, I had niggas hooked (Snow)
Franky Beverly and Mays, yeah, that nigga booked (Gangsta, y'all ready?)
One thing a nigga never took was nothing, nigga
Even when I had the duct tape with stuffing, nigga
Hundred bricks in seven days, thought I was bluffin', nigga
Ninety-two sold, the other eight I'm cuffing, nigga

What we talking, nigga, pots or plaque, this or that?
Difference is cappers cap, actual facts
Niggas got indicted, had to fade to black (black)
Wasn't locking up, told 'em bring it back
Got more songs with Jay-Z than Biggy Smalls (facts)
Half a mill' on the verse, hid it in the walls
Got the penthouse, my neighbors think I'm playin' ball (yeah)
Swear to God they told Denice my name was John Wall
Street nigga and I'm famous, sippin' on Camous
Shell companies and LLCs remain nameless
My accountant on 24-hour call, got it poppin' like a 24-hour mall
Sports agency, ninety-nine, all player (player)
Street nigga might sign a ball player
Niggas hard of hearin', I done told y'all
Wintertime the only time the snow fall (yeah)

'Rari white on white, bitch, it ain't hard to tell
With them Georgia plates, bitch, all I fear is jail
Masterpiece Rollie, yeah, I got it with the scale
Everybody lookin', yeah, my top just fell
Niggas hard of hearin', look, I done told y'all
You bitches playin' blind but I'ma show y'all
Masterpiece Rollie, yeah, I got it with the scale
Everybody lookin', yeah, my top just fell

They put the snow signal up off the city
So we came back to restore the field
Quality Street music
SNOFALL

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Bruh

I been getting it since the sixth grade (yeah)
Uh, shit

Let me see if some of y'all can relate (this motherf*cker
Like '05 visions (yeah)
Hunnid deep, every nigga with a champagne bottle (I'll give it to 'em)
(Yeah) Snoman shirts for everybody

Yeah, you already know, bruh
You done seen this shit before, bruh
Haters wanna see you dead, bruh
Bitches, they just want your bread, bruh
Tryna dodge the blue and red lights
Rollie looking like some headlights
Call my traphouse the bakery
That's where they keep the bread right (Gangsta Grillz)

I been getting it since the sixth grade (sixth grade)
Water whippin' I'm the best out (yeah)
VVS, yeah, the water stone typa shit to make you stick your chest out
Left the lot bought a gold chain (gold chain)
Water boiling talkin' Lo Mein (yeah)
You love money but you hate fame (hate fame)
Gotta pocket full now that's loose change
Paper looking like a notebook (notebook)
Chinchilla flow need a coat hook (woo)
See I graduated from the dope game (dope game)
A dope beat, I write a dope hook (yeah)

Tell them niggas this a hit, bruh (hit, bruh)
Tell them bitches this a hit, bruh (hit, bruh)
Jizzle back talkin' shit, bruh
Swear them niggas snappin' like a pit, bruh

You already know, bruh
You done seen this shit before, bruh
Haters wanna see you dead, bruh
Bitches they just want your bread, bruh
Tryna dodge the blue and red lights
Rollie looking like some headlights (headlights)
Call my traphouse the bakery
That's where they keep the bread right, look

Bank account like a phone number (yeah)
I just gave your bitch the wrong number (woo)
I don't f*ck with no f*ck niggas, you the type a nigga get along with 'em (yeah)
So what that really say about you?
What the streets say that might be true
Real nigga nothing like y'all, if the kitchen funky spray Lysol, look

You can tell them niggas this a hit, bruh (hit, bruh)
Tell them bitches this a hit, bruh (hit, bruh)
D Rich on his shit, bruh
Swear he got it poppin' like a zit, bruh (yeah)
Pray to God the forty hittin' too
Backstabbing niggas gettin' sued
Take 'em out the hood, have 'em living good
Spend up all his money then sue, look

You already know, bruh
You done seen this shit before, bruh
Haters wanna see you dead, bruh
Bitches they just want your bread, bruh
Tryna dodge the blue and red lights
Rollie looking like some headlights (headlights)
Call my traphouse the bakery
That's where they keep the bread right, look

Hahaha
I got my mojo back, baby
Oh, behave
Snowman
Who me?
Mr. Thanksgiving

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Most Hated

Man
Hahaha
Oh, we gon' celebrate this
(J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League)
(Gangsta Grillz)

Look, hunnid on my wrist, thirty in that clip
I'ma push one button, swear to God, top just gon' flip
Pink slips, no leases, f*ck it I'm facetious
When this shit drop, I ain't 'bout to be doin' no more features

I don't like them niggas anyway
I say, "F*ck them niggas" everyday
When you see me, you don't see me
Yeah, bitch nigga, better look the other way
Call of duty, this is not a game
F&N knock you out the frame
Sig' on me, it'll do the same
Big dog in a Phantom, hoggin' lanes
F*ck 'em all, got on all the chains
Went legit, still thinkin' 'caine
Niggas try to count a nigga out
Last time you seen a nigga count
I don't like them niggas anyway
I say, "F*ck them niggas" everyday
I'm the type a nigga make a phone call
Send them niggas in a Chevrolet

I'm so faded
Bottles gold plated
Tonight, we celebrate it
I'm most hated

I'm so faded (the voice)
Bottles gold plated
Tonight, we celebrate it
I'm most hated

Me, I'm the voice and I'm hated the most
Been would've slid, we in war with a ghost
Lied in the police department, denied, that nigga was scared to go do a show
We lap in the winter, it's easy to think you not lackin' in snow
Brodie be cappin', you know he a napkin
You know he gon' (brr) wipin' his nose
Yeah, I be hearin' the rumors, like niggas be havin' me scared
That shit be havin' me dead
Niggas be askin', "What happened to Virgil?
Like, nigga, what happened to two of your mans?
Brought me the body, he lookin' me right in the eyes and he told me he'll do it again
Go on a hit and you miss, shit, I bet you ain't goin' again
I'm from the Raq and we not preachin' 'bout killin', we tappin' them right on the back
I'm from the Raq, bro, this ain't wifey, you pickin' me up, she gon' get in the back
You listen to preachers and teachers, you listen to all of your bitches, I listen Yak
They want that blow, ayy bro, throw on Sno, the city wanna hear that crack, ayy

I'm so faded (yeah)
Bottles gold plated (ayy)
Tonight, we celebrate it
I'm most hated

I'm so faded (yeah)
Bottles gold plated (yeah)
Tonight, we celebrate it (Gangsta Grillz)
I'm most hated (let's go)

A celebration to the most hated
Like Nas and Puff
You can hate me now
But I won't stop now
Snow Man, I feel you
This shit talkin', I'm just mature
One time
Gangsta Grillz, you ba-

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Street Cred

(Yeah) are we talking street cred?
Nigga, we started this shit on boulevard
Now they talk about our shit on Pennsylvania Avenue
Nigga, every street in America know who we are

Came from in the mix with thirty-six
Pockets full with dirty kicks
Weighing up them ounces and I swear we had like thirty sticks
Diamond in the rough, yeah, you see that boy done glowed up
They said you lost your street cred you told them pussies so what

Yeah
They came from blocks, uh-huh
Yeah
B.I.G
Cedar blocks, that is
C'mon man
You niggas wanna compare resumes?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Came from in the mix with thirty-six (Gangsta, Gangsta, Gangsta)
Pockets full with dirty kicks
Weighing up them ounces and I swear we had like thirty sticks
Diamond in the rough, yeah, you see that boy done glowed up (glowed up)
They said you lost your street cred you told them pussies, "So what?"

Still smelling like a whole thing dripped in these designer suits
Keep my foot on niggas necks while wearing these designer boots
Came from being ashy but now I'm just a classy nigga
You ain't got to ask me, yeah, you know that I'm a nasty nigga (yeah)
Address me with some respect (respect) you talk to a exec' (yeah)
Dap it with so cool water (cool water) I just done a temp check (yeah)
What you niggas expect, ten years the same nigga? (Same nigga?)
Waste a whole decade and that'll be a shame nigga (ayy)

I ain't get these mansions with street cred (street cred)
Get that Rolls Royce with no street cred (yeah)
'Rari with the horse with no street cred (ayy)
9/11 Porshe with no street cred
Can't pay my family bills with no street cred (street cred)
Can't feed my family meals with no street cred (street cred)
Spend summers in Negril with no street cred (yeah, street cred)
Close million dollar deals with no street cred (let's go)

I ain't trippin on no bullshit I'm tryna get this jet
For you niggas on the bullshit I'm tryna hide this TEC (ayy)
F*ck you niggas talkin' to I'm a water whippin' vet
Mister when they lockin' up I just make them bitches stretch
Talkin' presidential shit, I got Biden on the text (hello)
F*ckin' with a made man, I don't even wear a vest (nah)
When them boys was playin' games (games) I was busy playing chess (chess)
Real and I'm self-made, yeah, I'm what you call a threat (threat)

Yeah, they big mad but I'm happy nigga (nigga)
And you don't want these problems Lil' Scrappy, nigga
Buyin' that Rolex twice, going tall on 'em
Ain't no going back and forth just ball on 'em (yeah)

I ain't get these mansions with street cred (street cred, yeah)
Get that Rolls Royce with no street cred (yeah)
'Rari with the horse with no street cred (street cred)
9/11 Porshe with no street cred (damn)
Can't pay my family bills with no street cred (street cred)
Can't feed my family meals with no street cred (street cred)
Spend summers in Negril with no street cred (street cred)
Close million dollar deals with no street cred (street cred)

When it comes to us
Our street cred got equity
We can pull from it at anytime

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Kolors

Yeah
Sounding like money, baby (big money)
Safe sound like money
The color is green

I count a quarter million dollars every day (every day)
Doctor say your boy need a wristband (woo)
Black on black Lamborghini (skrrt)
I be swerving around this bitch like Batman (yeah)
Feds on ya boy like Pacman
They ain't never seen a rich black man (ayy)
White Bentley, gold Rollie, bitches love us (love us)
Shit, what you niggas know about colors?

Colors (white Rolls, nigga, huh?)
Colors
Colors
Colors
Colors
Colors
What you niggas know about colors?

White Testerossa match the tracksuit (tracksuit)
Black F&N match the black coupe (black coupe)
Seats Hermes like a grapefruit (grapefruit)
Two-door Vanq' with the gray coupe (woo)
Bald head nigga like in a transporter (transporter)
Got some Alabama niggas wanna big order (yeah)
Half a million dollars of that blue cheese (yeah)
Half a metro ton, I ain't talkin' trees (yeah)
Scarface Porsche with the frog eyes (frog eyes)
I don't do business with them small guys
Big MAC give these niggas small fries (small fries)
Nine piece rocked up got us all fried (yeah)
Iced tea rose gold AP (AP)
Pyrex full of water, need a jet ski (yeah)
Blue Cullinan, call it Big Snoop (Big Snoop)
AR in the back, that's a big flute (yeah)
Black Glock-40 match the black card (black card)
White house lawn match the backyard (backyard)
Trinidad James presidential (presidential)
Rose gold Sky-Dweller, keep it simple (woo)
Red seats Bentayga, call it Cardi B (Cardi B)
If the engine in the front it ain't a car to me (damn)
Triple black Lamborghini, call me Batman (Batman)
Black Sig' with the drums, we the Gap band

Count a quarter million dollars every day (every day)
Doctor say your boy need a wristband (woo)
Black on black Lamborghini (yeah)
I be swerving around this bitch like Batman (Batman)
Feds on ya boy like Pacman (Pacman)
They ain't never seen a rich black man (black man)
White Bentley, gold Rollie, bitches love us (bitches love us)
Shit, what you niggas know about colors? (Gangsta Grillz)

Colors
Colors
Colors
Colors
Colors
Colors
What you niggas know about colors?

What you niggas know about black royalty?
White Ferrari
Black bandana
Blue face bills
Green land
Red, white, and blue
We the American dream

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MJ Jeezy

See, when we dropped Streets is Watchin'
We gave you Off The Wall
Then Trap or Die came, we gave you Thriller
Then we hit you niggas with Can't Ban the Snowman
That's when we was Bad
(J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League)
Michael Jackson Jeezy

Big Zach told me chill but I'm gonna go 'head and do it (do it)
Handle my business I'ma get right to it (yeah)
Droppin' ounces and them grams, yeah, I speak that fluent (fluent)
Plug started rerockin', that's when shit got ruined

Big Zach told me chill but I'm gonna go 'head and do it (do it)
Handle my business I'ma get right to it (yeah)
Droppin' ounces and them grams, yeah, I speak that fluent
Plug started rerockin', that's when shit got ruined (damn)

Nigga dropped a .9 still bought back eleven
Gotta feed my congregation, yeah, you f*ckin' with the reverend
Wear them chains everyday like they part of my religion
See them 9's and them halfs that's just part of my division
Drop thug motivation, he's the number one thug
Icon shit heard he whip with one glove
Said the two's so flat, moonwalk on them bitches
Gotta use a brillo pad, white stuff on them dishes
Back when I copped the Chevy white guts on them bitches
When I'm in the D, white buffs on them bitches
Fifty in the duffle bag and you know I'm gon' move it (move it)
Half a million cash and a Rolex to prove it (yeah)
S curl shit, yeah, he back talkin' greasy
Down in Lauderdale they call him Michael Jackson Jeezy
9 in the pot, yeah, you know I'm gon' beat it (beat it)
Can't forget the scale 'cause you know I'm gon' need it
Got them 62's moonwalking in the pot
Droptop Rolls moonwalking off the lot
S curl shit, yeah, he back talkin' greasy
Down in Lauderdale they call him Michael Jackson Jeezy

My God
Gang know I got it in (got it in)
Black glove know I came and got a ten (damn)
Gimme three days, I'll be back again (yeah)
These is Forgionos, no they don't spin (haha)
Ice the presidential bezel with the green face (green face)
Nigga nudging, yeah, I got it with the oil base (yeah)
Me and freeze hit the road with the .9 on us (.9 on us)
Coulda got ten years, we had a dime on us (yeah)
Parkway parked reversed in the driveway
Sipping VSOP on a Friday
Young nigga with the Lexus and the Rolex ('lex)
See me pull up on Browards at the Rolex (skrrt)
Talking 95 South I'm the king of grinding (grinding)
That's why I came a hunnid deep to the king of diamonds (yeah)
Before Thug motivation number one thug (thug)
Icon shit, I heard he whip with one glove

S curl shit, yeah, he back talkin' greasy
Down in Lauderdale they call him Michael Jackson Jeezy
9 in the pot, yeah, you know I'm gon' beat it (beat it)
Can't forget the scale 'cause you know I'm gon' need it (haha)
Got them 62's moonwalking in the pot
Droptop rolls moonwalking off the lot (haha)
S curl shit, yeah, he back talkin' greasy
Down in Lauderdale they call him Michael Jackson Jeezy (Gangsta Grillz)
My God

Michael Jackson Jeezy
Quincy Drama Jones
We the greatest to ever do it
Snowman
I can finally smell the roses
Dramatic, nigga

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Plug On Em

God
Oh, what a feelin' when the stars in the ceiling
Smokin' Cubans in the lobby 'cause you own the whole building
All the hate and the envy got these niggas in they feelings (feelings)
They wishing you was dead but you just made a killing (Snofall)
Close my eyes and proceed to manifest
Dieme bulletproof, Louis V vest
What I studied in the streets so I'm knowin' it's a test
Back when I was chicken flipping, twelve bands for a breast (DJ Drama)

Oh, what a feelin' when the stars in the ceiling
Smokin' Cubans in the lobby 'cause you own the whole building
All the hate and the envy got these niggas in they feelings
They wishing you was dead but you just made a killing (damn)
Close my eyes and proceed to manifest
Dieme bulletproof, Louis V vest
What I studied in the streets so I'm knowin' it's a test
Back when I was chicken flipping, twelve bands for a breast (DJ Drama)

Nine hunnid for the wings, three bands for the thighs
Take it out the pot same color as the fries
Still havin' motion, why y'all acting so surprised?
Same job, same work, why y'all acting so deprived?
Get my money, mind my business, I'm just tryna catch a vibe
Ninth inning, bases loaded, y'all gon' make a nigga slide
Undisclosed location, I don't really do the live
Y'all be doin' too much, that ain't how you stay alive (Dramatic, nigga)

They said I fell what, they can go ahead and stop it
Just like this hundred grand, yeah, I'm always in pocket
Used to sell 'em in the wrap but double it when you rock it
But keep that stick with ya in case them niggas outta pocket
I sat alone and prayed so many nights
White seats, white Rolls, I played so many nights
Hopped out with that new AP, turn off the lights
Mister own half of my city, my future bright (yeah)
Ain't shit changed from blocks to flipping buildings
Just know I put 'em all in my trust, that's for my children
Them pussies throwing so many stones, could build a building
But f*ck them niggas, proving 'em wrong is what I'm skilled in
Picture this, your boy at the stove, look like I'm fishing
Tryna get a extra nine out them Os, that's what I'm wishing (damn)
The irony of white squares in the attic nowadays
White face no stones in the Patek, come on

Got a fetish for them rubber bands
Sanitizer for the dirty money in my hands (yeah)
And all my blues got blood on 'em (blood on 'em)
And them bottles of the Yak, I got a plug on 'em (yeah)

Got a fetish for them rubber bands (ayy)
Sanitizer for the dirty money in my hands (haha)
And all my blues got blood on 'em (blood on 'em)
And them bottles of the Yak, I got a plug on 'em

Boss shit, that's what I do, you know I do it best (yeah)
Right hand tied, I start whipping with the left
Life sentence, nigga, know I'm balling to the death (death)
Only thing I never made a mill' on is meth

That Phantom ride better when you beatin' all the odds
That liquor taste better when you beatin' all the frauds
Got dealt a bad hand but you still play your cards
That's when you really real when you really live your bars
And yeah, that's on God and the rest is on me
You really got it out the mud, that's when you know that shit P
Don't cost shit to hate, that's how you know that shit free
Black trucks back to back, that's how you know that shit me

Got a fetish for them rubber bands
Sanitizer for the dirty money in my hands (yeah)
And all my blues got blood on 'em (blood on 'em)
And them bottles of the Yak, I got a plug on 'em (yeah)

Got a fetish for them rubber bands (ayy)
Sanitizer for the dirty money in my hands (haha)
And all my blues got blood on 'em (blood on 'em)
And them bottles of the Yak, I got a plug on 'em (let's go)

Boss shit, that's what I do, you know I do it best
Right hand tied, I start whipping with the left
Life sentence, nigga, know I'm balling to the death (death)
Only thing I never made a million on is meth

Boss shit, that's what I do, you know I do it best
Right hand tied, I start whipping with the left (left)
Life sentence, nigga, know I'm balling to the death
Only thing I never made a million on is meth

We will be here forever
Do you understand?
Snowman forever
DJ Drama forever

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I Ain't Gone Hold Ya

Oh, yeah
This what y'all been waitin' for?
Snowman
We back at it
We talkin' quality street music (yeah)
I ain't gon' hold ya (we the originators, let's go)
DJ Drama

I ain't gon' hold ya, feel like I got the world on my shoulders
Remind me of weighin' up them boulders
Catch me in all white thang, chillin' at the red light
Top down and that muthaf*cka gorgeous
What about that Royal Oak AP with the black face
Yeah, that mothaf*cker blacker than some Folgers
You rollin' with a real one
Them bitches really love me out here like they love Soulja Slim in the Nola
I ain't gon' hold ya
Yeah, ya boy a little bipolar, half general, half soldier
Yeah, I got a hand full of hair while I hit it from the back
While a real nigga blowin' on some doja (Let's Go)
Then I'm gon' fold her, when I get done, I'ma mold her
Same time keepin' my composure
If she keep makin' them faces, keep talkin' to me right
In the mornin', I'ma roll her back over
Play time's over, came to give you motherf*ckers closure
Real niggas only, no posers
If you really got it out the mud like the Rollie on your wrist
Knock that muthaf*ckin' dirt up off ya shoulders
I ain't gon' hold ya, nigga really got it with the soda
Really hit them Ninas in the motor
Yeah, a nigga really made them deals on the first and the third
'Cause a nigga really tryna hit his quota
What you know about that odor? Yeah, a nigga came from the corner
Now I'm legal like Tony Motola (Get 'em Snow)
Yeah, I really came through the hood in that all white Lamb'
And the first one to do it like Soulja
I ain't gon' hold ya, nigga came through in all black
Motherf*ckers thought I played for the Raiders
Talkin' to a street nigga, yeah, I turned real estate mogul
Ain't no tellin' what I paid for them acres (That's facts)
All about that paper, never been no hatin' in my nature
Don't make me Louie V suitcase ya
Make a nigga cry, got so much money in the safe
You gon' think a motherf*cker went and maced you
Can't let 'em break ya, nah, nah, you can't let 'em break you
Nah, you can't let these motherf*ckers snake ya
Nigga when this rap shit done
Get that Magic Johnson money like that nigga when he done with the Lakers
I ain't gon' hold ya
Everything I did, I done told ya
Everything I said, I done showed ya
Did this one for my day one niggas
Say what ya say, can't say a nigga ain't growed ya
Name a nigga colder, matter fact, name a nigga bolder
Matter fact, let me name the nigga for ya
Talkin' 'bout the B-I-G to the S-N-O, but ya already know I done told ya
I ain't gon' hold ya (Gansta Griz-ills)

I ain't gon' hold y'all
We the greatest to ever do it
Big Snow
DJ Drama
And like that
We gone

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Put The Minks Down

Ayo
Tell them to put the minks down on the floor
So we can walk in here like kings
Big steppas only
Dugg, what up though? (J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League)
Snowman holla at me

Put the minks down
No, for real summertime all the freaks out
Nottingham still slapping off of 3-5s
Young nigga probably beat the feds three times
And I kept it solid, nigga, each time
I'm ten outta ten, still trying to free mines
This ain't a regular Benz, it's a S6
Get money, f*ck hoes, and stretch shit
Y'all ain't even see my best yet
I got now, f*ck the next nigga
I ain't even gotta check niggas
One thing for certain, a nigga play with me, he die in a hurry
50K a piece, bro fighting a murder and they retired my jersey, but I still get off the bench
Glock teal with a switch, still hitting licks
Everybody calling Dugg the nigga
Big homie but the littlest nigga

Living legend in the flesh
Had a million dollars back when I was wearing Guess
Two-fifty three times, guess I had a Nina left
Hundred in the dope panel, got it leaning the left
Pyrex glass handle, yeah, shout out to my chef
Kitchen fork, warm water, yeah, shout out to myself
Send it on a paper towels, but I'ma need some plastic
Weigh these and flip those, yeah, we doing gymnastics, on me (yeah)
Count a million with my eyes close
And I can whip a whole one with a blindfold
And I can, get 'em it to ya nigga next day, air
Where ya at, nigga? Next day, there
Black tape nigga grey tape, seal (seal)
Street razor with the V cut, peel
God bless you, here's a scorpion stamp
Young Virgil, yeah, the Off-White, champ

If somebody woulda told me two decades ago
That that music we was makin' in the '44
Would be ringing off in front of twenty-five thousand
Night after night, all cell phone lights up
Word for word like a religion
I woulda told 'em

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King's Crown

(You thought different?)
A dedication
Rest in peace King Pem (yeah)
To all my fallen soldiers in the game (Gangsta Grillz)

This one for Mailman, that nigga live for me (live for me)
This one for Goldmouth, he did a bid for me (yeah)
You just get these back and we ain't letting up (nah)
I be goddamn my own cousin set us up (damn)
This for my nigga Shake he took his own life (rest in peace)
And just last week I called his phone twice (damn)
Yesterday they gunned King down in the MAC
Took him 'round the world a million times, I guess they took him back (a dedication)
How you mothaf*ckas let 'em gun King down? (King down)
Now some clown nigga walking 'round with King crown (King crown)
Gun Nando down in his front yard (Nando)
Be the first one to tell you that I took it hard
And Westside Blue, he like my whole world (whole world)
My heart stopped when you lost your lil' girl (love)
I'm drinking heavy just to keep from going crazy (crazy)
Why the f*ck you niggas had to shoot my nigga baby? (Damn)

How you mothaf*ckas let them gun King down? (King down)
Now some clown nigga walking round with King crown (King crown)
Marble floors but I'm feeling like in the slums (slums)
On my sixth cup of liquor think I'm going numb (Gangsta)

How you mothaf*ckas let them gun King down? (King down)
Now some clown nigga walking round with King crown (King crown)
Marble floors but I'm feeling like in the slums (slums)
On my sixth cup of liquor think I'm going numb (going numb)

Watch my nigga Slain on TMZ
Even triggered PTS in the GME (yeah)
Dead ass fresh, I was at ya wake (wake)
You did it for the hood, hood young Nip the great
Swear I felt you when they played right hand to God (God)
I keep tryna feel my feelings but it's getting hard (yeah)
And Westside Chris you like a brother, mane (brother, mane)
I just wish I told your brother not to gang bang (gang)
He looked up to us, he had his whole life (life)
Tryna do as we did, he lost his whole life (yeah)
At the hospital with you dog, I couldn't take it (take it)
With ya mother when the doctors said he didn't make it (damn)
Was the longest ride home ever (ever)
When we seeing lil' bruh again? Prolly never (yeah)
Young fat fly nigga he be getting high (high)
Dyin' wishes in his hearse, play Trap or Die

How you mothaf*ckas let them gun King down? (King down)
Now some clown nigga walking round with King crown (yeah)
Marble floors but I'm feeling like in the slums (slums)
On my sixth cup of liquor think I'm going numb (Gangsta)

How you mothaf*ckas let them gun King down? (King down)
Now some clown nigga walking round with King crown (yeah)
Marble floors but I'm feeling like in the slums (slums)
On my sixth cup of liquor think I'm going numb (ayy)

Heavy is the head that wears the crown
But we will never put this crown down
Snofall
What's deadlier?
This rap shit, or the streets?
Gangsta Grillz

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Still Havin

This what it feel like (feel like)
When you know what a mil' like (mil' like)
Gotta pay the bills right (bills right, yeah)
A nigga gotta live right (live right, yeah)
First you show them what your grind like (yeah)
Then you could show 'em what your shine like (yeah)
Audemars keep the time right (time right)
Saint Laurent help my eye sight (Gangsta Grillz)

Brown liquor like it's potion
White seats and I'm coastin' (yeah)
F&N and I ain't holstin' (nah)
'Cause I'm still havin' motion (ayy)
And them checks still comin' (comin')
That machine still runnin' (woo)
Been grinding, I ain't postin' (nah)
'Cause I'm still havin' motion (let's go)

These pussy niggas thinking I'ma fold under pressure (pressure)
I'm about to take this shit to a whole 'nother level (yeah)
Dig up old money with a brand new shovel (damn)
And then cop a Rollie with a brand new bezel (haha)
The only way I'm stopping if I'm laying on a stretcher (stretcher)
Them doors go up but it ain't no Tesla (nah)
Them doors go up but it ain't no Tesla
Them are VVS stones so it ain't no pressure (yeah)
My sign is a scale I was made for this shit (shit)
My mama was a hustler I was raised for this shit
Cold turkey on the plug and I'm still makin' Ms (yeah)
Half a ticket for the Phantom wish I would buy some rims (haha)
You can buy weed but you can't buy class (class)
Into ownership f*ck I'm gon' do with half? (Half)
Your math ain't mathin' Something wrong with your math (woo)
That's like lettin' them folks take half of the bag

Brown liquor like it's potion (yeah)
White seats and I'm coastin' (haha)
F&N and I ain't holstin' (Ayy)
'Cause I'm still havin' motion
And them checks still comin' (still comin', nigga)
That machine still runnin' (woo)
Been grinding, I ain't postin' (nah)
'Cause I'm still havin' motion (let's go)

I know what they told you but they motherf*ckin' lied (lied)
Nigga couldn't lose if I motherf*ckin' tried (nah)
Dead presidents, give a f*ck how they died (woo)
I just keep a extra clip Draco in the ride (yeah)
Mansion with the gates don't get motherf*ckin' tired (tired)
Chef burn the steaks he get motherf*ckin' fired (fired)
Yeah, I heard what they said but them motherf*ckers lied (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
A nigga couldn't lose if he motherf*ckin' tried
Ayy, big checks and the best sex
Ayy, real estate that's a real flex (haha)
Got damn niggas living for the gram (yeah)
Be cool, you ain't heard of Uncle Sam?
Woo, niggas boosting, niggas running scams (scams)
Yeah, get your money I don't give a damn (give a damn)
Yeah, I came from scales, niggas weighin' grams (yeah, what's up?)
Yeah, so get your money I don't give a damn

Brown liquor like it's potion (potion)
White seats and I'm coastin' (woo)
F&N and I ain't holstin' (you already know what this shit is, nigga)
'Cause I'm still havin' motion (what's up?)
And them checks still comin' (they still comin', nigga)
That machine still runnin' (woo)
Been grinding I ain't postin' (I ain't postin', nigga)
Cause I'm still havin' motion

Brown liquor like it's potion (this what it feel like)
White seats and I'm coastin' (you know what a mil' like)
F&N and I ain't holstin' (gotta pay the bills, right?)
'Cause I'm still havin' motion (nigga gotta live, right)
And them checks still comin' (why don't you show 'em what you grind like)
That machine still runnin' (show 'em what you shine like)
Been grinding I ain't postin' (Audemars keep the time right)
'Cause I'm still havin' motion (Saint Laurent help my eye right)

Yeah
Haha
Yeah
It feel like, woo
Can't lose if I motherf*ckin' tried, nigga
Still havin' motion
Niggas count me out, they can't motherf*ckin' count

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Scarface

Yeah
Who put this thing together? Me
Yeah
That's who (Gangsta Grillz)

Trick or treat, grind or sleep, goin' Fed' on the beat (yeah)
Mick be on the keys, Plain Jain on the sleep
I fed the whole hood, I fed the whole town (whole town)
I'm watchin' Scarface, and that's with no sound (yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go)
I'ma b-

All I got in this world (yeah)
Is my balls and my word
And I don't break 'em for nobody (yeah)
Mr. Thanksgiving

Trick or treat, grind or sleep, goin' Fed' on the beat (yeah)
Mick be on the keys, Plain Jain on the sleep
I fed the whole hood, I fed the whole town (whole town)
I'm watchin' Scarface, and that's with no sound (yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go)
I'm a boss, boss, this is boss talk (yeah)
Bruce Leroy, might Crip-walk (woo)
Grab the plunger, nigga, 'cause I shit-talk (shit-talk)
Ain't talkin' classrooms, I'm wearin' white chalk

We try and live life, we try and get right (get right)
And when you get right, just keep your shit tight (yeah)
They try and block a nigga, they try and stop a nigga
Your bitch switched up, she out of pocket, nigga
Who can you trust though? Hey, where the love go?
Hey, bitch, I'm shellshocked, I came from crackpots (yeah)
I rep the have-nots, yeah, I'm the mascot
Can't break my old habits, still got a stash box (damn)
Still tryna do better, still 'bout that whatever
I beat the feds, ho', that's right, I'm too clever
I fed the whole hood, I fed the whole town
I'm watchin' Scarface, and that's with no sound

Trick or treat, grind or sleep, goin' fed on the beat (yeah)
Mick be on the keys, Plain Jain on the sleep (ayy)
I fed the whole hood, I fed the whole town
I'm watchin' Scarface, and that's with no sound (let's go)
I'm a boss, boss, this is boss talk (yeah)
Bruce Leroy (yeah), might Crip-walk
Grab the plunger, nigga (yeah), 'cause I shit-talk (shit-talk)
Ain't talkin' classrooms, I'm wearin' white chalk (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Put the con in the park, hop out, let stick off
They some civilian shooters (yeah), we whack the big boss
He steal a dirty stick (yaeh), I wipe the prints off
A real trap nigga, I'm talkin' brick talk
I train my dawg right, I make my pit walk
Hit it, make it sit, talk, ordered up, weren't ready
Mostly hard, I left a zip soft
In case he wanna practice, whip it 'til the stick is battered
Girl as strong as Trish Stratus, I'ma flip this master
Murder, business, bastards, snatch a nigga out his body
Doctor G, Miami, niggas backwards
But on IG, they look like they turnt up
They know not to post they whips in pics, it's gon' get burned up
Can't blame you for bein' a bitch, your daddy soft, but you can learn from 'em

Trick or treat, grind or sleep, goin' Fed' on the beat
Mick be on the keys, Plain Jain on the sleep
I fed the whole hood, I fed the whole town
I'm watchin' Scarface, and that's with no sound
I'm a boss, boss, this is boss talk
Bruce Leroy, might Crip-walk
Grab the plunger, nigga, 'cause I shit-talk
Ain't talkin' classrooms, I'm wearin' white chalk

You niggas don't have the guts to be what you wanna be
You need people like me
So you can point your f*ckin' finger and say, "That's the bad guy"
DJ

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How Deep

(Drama)
You see a nigga like me
I love the game
I live for the hustle
I thrive off the passion (Gangsta Grillz)

How deep is your love?
How deep is your love? (The greatest to ever do it, we unstoppable)
How deep is your love? (Yeah, Snowman, ayy)
How deep is your love? (What's up? DJ Drama)
(Let's go)

Niggas tryna stop me, they should quit
All I need is a scale and a fork, I'm still the shit
Told my uncle Bo slick
Look I need a light dub
I'll pay you back on Friday, that's my word, that's what it was
Took that twenty dollars, bitch, made myself a millionaire
I-75 Boy, them canines everywhere
Goldmouth got popped
My own cousin set us up
Just give me the word and I'ma motherf*ckin' wet him up
Tell me who to trust when you can't trust your own fam?
I don't trust my own
I could give a goddamn
Pack off in my auntie house
But I think she stealing though
Ain't no motherf*ckin' love
Can't explain that feelin' though
Now that's deep, yeah

How deep is your love? (Yeah)
How deep is it? (Ayy)
What you willing to do?
(How deep is your love?)
Huh
Get numb to it after a while, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah
(How deep is your love?)
I lost so much shit to get here, nigga
You already know what this shit is, nigga (yeah)
(How deep is your love?) Ayy, yeah, yeah, what's up?

Niggas say I switched up
I say them niggas need to stop
West side movin' gang
Scrappy know I rep the block
I was screaming eight-ball
They was screaming gangsta crip
Unmarked flashing lights
The only time a gangsta dip
Said I would be legendary
Guess I wasn't lying though
Still on until then, I guess I keep that iron though
Little man he crossed me out
Played me for a nine though
Gangsta can't out flex me
I was shootin' like I'm Rondo
Broad day, had that forty bangin' on the highway
Won't stop, won't quit until they see it my way
Alfred caught a fed charge
I dropped him off to do his time
My Lexus to the jail house
Motherf*ck twelve, we still gon' shine

How deep is your love? (Ayy, what's up?)
How deep is your love? (Let's go)
How deep is your love? (Yeah, yeah)
How deep is your love? (How deep? Yeah)
(Gangsta Grillz)
How deep is your love?
How deep is your love?

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Grammy

From now on
Don't call my shit Gansta Grillz no more
Call my shit Grammy Grillz
The hardware has been elevated
I really got that

Look
Got my first Nina, nigga, ain't no turnin' back (yeah)
Units in the 'partment got it smellin' like the pack (yeah)
Four and a baby, shit, I might just need a nanny (nanny)
Billion grams sold, bitch
I deserve a Grammy (look)

Got my first Nina, nigga, ain't no turnin' back (back)
Units in the 'partment got it smellin' like the pack (huh)
Four and a baby, shit, I might just need a nanny (nanny)
Billion grams sold, bitch
I deserve Grammy (I really got that)

Rollie like a trophy
Yeah, I wear that bitch with pride (yeah)
All white 'Rari, yeah, bitch I'm back outside (yeah)
Fresh white ones, bitch, ain't no better feelin' (nah)
For all the times I hid them Ninas in my granny ceiling (haha)
Not a stain on my name, or a stain on my jersey (woo)
This my fifth bottle of Rosé, nigga you must be thirsty (yeah)
Million dollar worth of game, nigga that's word to Wallo (Wallo)
Nigga servin' twenty of them, bet they all was hollow
Imagine that duct tape filled up with sheet rock
'Bout to find a old dog show me how to re-rock (Gangsta Grillz)
Nah, I can't condone what the nigga did
I can't get with no f*ck shit
But I will tell you this nigga, I bounce right the f*ck back (let's go)

Look
Got my first Nina, nigga, ain't no turnin' back (yeah)
Units in the 'partment got it smellin' like the pack (yeah)
Four and a baby, shit, I might just need a nanny (nanny)
Billion grams sold, bitch
I deserve Grammy (look)

Got my first Nina, nigga, ain't no turnin' back (back)
Units in the 'partment got it smellin' like the pack (huh)
Four and a baby, shit, I might just need a nanny (nanny)
Billion grams sold, bitch
I deserve Grammy

Got it out the mud
Yeah, I'm talking with no gloves on (yeah)
Platinum in the kitchen even when my Auntie was home (haha)
Fumes everywhere trying not to get my buzz on (yeah)
Throw this in the safe then I'm goin' to get my club on (ayy)
Iced out Cuban links, nah, they ain't from Cuba
Emerald cut AP, niggas thought I was a jeweler (yeah)
Ice, ice baby, gotta keep it in the cooler (cooler)
What's on your Prada belt?
Glock-40 with the ruler
Roe showed me the whip game
Damn right he was my mentor (yeah)
Even when I bought two
Showed me how to get four
I was on my motherf*ckin' way, nigga, yeah
We here now
For that I'm forever grateful, nigga
Let's go

Look
Got my first Nina, nigga, ain't no turnin' back (yeah)
Units in the 'partment got it smellin' like the pack (huh)
Four and a baby, shit, I might just need a nanny (nanny)
Billion grams sold, bitch
I deserve Grammy (look)

Got my first Nina, nigga, ain't no turnin' back (back)
Units in the 'partment got it smellin' like the pack (huh)
Four and a baby, shit, I might just need a nanny (I'm doing shots tonight on the Grammy)
Billion grams sold, bitch
I deserve Grammy

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My Accountant

True story
First time I started seeing some money
Yeah
Was Trap or Die
My bank account got so crazy
(Oh, this shit gonna be crazy in a minute)
My accountant said, "Dram you're gon' have to pay taxes on these millions"
(Gangsta Grillz)

Louis V duffel, f*ck a brief case
Thousand hundreds in my pockets
Yeah, the blue face
Fifty thousand grams fill a suitcase
All black Prada gloves, you know them boots laced
Pearl white 'Rari, call it toothpaste
Tom Ford on me, you know the suit place
Assets and the cash flow
We re-rockin' when the cash low
Drop a whole, bring a half back
Whole kitchen fume
Where your mask at?
Celine sweats and some Air Ones
AR's with the big drums

One time for the rich shooters
Got more chains than the jewelers
My accountant lit
F&Ns in the Rolls
Rich gangsta shit
One time for the rich shooters
Got more chains than the jewelers
My accountant lit
F&Ns in the Rolls
Rich gangsta shit

Break it down, buss it up
Digit scale, zip lock it
Vacuum seal it, double up
Ain't talkin 'bout prime when I tell 'em send a truck
Favorite prayer from a driver
See ya there, best of luck
Cubans shinin' on that black Amiri Tee, never tucked
Black Phantom with the stars for the star, that's what's up
I'm in a Sergio Tacchini 'cause it match the Lamborghini
Make 'em birds disappear like the great Houdini
Lost a mill in Mississippi
You could ask, you can ask
Hit up Kuma Ted walk for the stunnas and the beanie
Black tech, cut the check
What's the goal? Buy a jet
Trackhawk, or the 'Vette
Big chain, break your neck (let's go)

One time for the rich shooters
Got more chains than the jewelers
My accountant lit
F&Ns in the Rolls
Rich gangsta shit
One time for the rich shooters
Got more chains than the jewelers
My accountant lit
F&Ns in the Rolls
Rich gangsta shit

You know
These eight figure checks, I still feel like a intern
Haha

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BIG SNO

The forecast is calling for snow everyday
For the rest of time (yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Gangsta grillz)

B-I-G, put your heels and your lace fronts on
Let these motherf*ckers know (motherf*ckers know)
B-I-G, if you make your own money
Yes bitch, let me see you get more (get more)
B-I-G, this for the spots with the burglar bars
Still keep the choppas by the door (by the door)
B-I-G, put your bottles and your buss downs up
If you f*ck with Big Sno (Big Sno)
Let's go

No introduction needed, f*ck it, I'm still conceited
I'm on that Billy Jean, I took the fork and beat it
I cannot be defeated, I cannot be deleted
I seen that snow call, I know you niggas need it
Seen how I beat the streets, seen how I beat the beefs
I did it my way, Sinatra to say the least
Just for the thrill of it, back on that dealer shit
Pull up like, "F*ck the car, I bought the dealership"
Compare me to 'Pac, nigga, compare them to Joc, nigga
The day I don't wake up, the day that I flop, nigga
Before all the platinum plaques, really was countin' stacks
Transaction at Phipps Plaza, we did the deal at Saks

B-I-G, put your heels and your lace fronts on
Let these motherf*ckers know (motherf*ckers know)
B-I-G, if you make your own money
Yes bitch, let me see you get more (get more)
B-I-G, this for the spots with the burglar bars
Still keep the choppas by the door (by the door)
B-I-G, put your bottles and your buss downs up
If you f*ck with Big Sno (Big Sno)
Let's go

Don't f*ck with petty niggas, don't f*ck with petty hoes
Hear all the shit you're sayin', but why ain't he been exposed?
Can't slow my hustle down, 'cause I know the bread watchin'
Rarely be takin' pictures, still think the feds watchin'
My run was legendary, my run was necessary
In the city, the big dog, I am the Tyler Perry
My life a whole movie, still ride with an old uzi
Back of that Mulsanne, still playin' that old Boosie
Y'all know I set it off, y'all know I weighed the soft
No sprint, it's a marathon, so y'all know I never lost
I came from the best grams, I made the best yams
They runnin', they dick suckers, I'm runnin' Def Jam

B-I-G, put your heels and your lace fronts on
Let these motherf*ckers know (motherf*ckers know)
B-I-G, if you make your own money
Yes bitch, let me see you get more (get more)
B-I-G, this for the spots with the burglar bars
Still keep the choppas by the door (by the door)
B-I-G, put your bottles and your buss downs up
If you f*ck with Big Sno (Big Sno)

Snofall
Let this breathe
Legendary

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One Hunnid

Yeah, 5:30AM
I ran out of weed and everything in the motherf*cka
L.A. time, nigga, haha
It's 8 o'clock, late for me (you know, I smoke about two zips a day, nigga)
(Snowman, it's been a pleasure, yeah, hey) oh, well, hey, yeah
Hey, I said
Hey, I said if you wanna live the life (live the life)
You gon' have to roll the dice
Shake them motherf*ckers up (legendary)
Hope you get eleven twice

Everything they tryna do, shit, I already done it (what's up?)
What they gon' run? Shit, I already run it (haha)
Let's just keep it one hunnid, hunnid (yeah), hunnid (yeah)
Hunnid (yeah), hunnid (yeah), hunnid (yeah), hunnid (turn it up)
Told them niggas, "Let's get it, but first, you gotta want it"
Then pull up stuntin' on every nigga that fronted (haha)
I just keep it one hunnid, hunnid (yeah), hunnid (yeah)
Hunnid (yeah), hunnid (a hundred million), hunnid (yeah), hunnid (what's up?)

My biggest fear is bein' a failure
Think that's what led me to them ounces and that paraphernalia
Shit real, man, that's all I can tell you
When your back against the wall, remember this, look, you can't let you fail you
Look Ma, I got a niche, I'm a salesman
My partner drop 'em off, that's why we call him the mailman (mailman)
Chances slim, opportunities low
Got the fan in the window, burglar bars on the door
Dirty Pyrex in the sink, hopin' them O's don't shrink
Think you need some more money but you really need a shrink
Just know I kept fightin', 'cause I'm a motherf*ckin' fighter
That's why all that champagne on my motherf*ckin' rider (what's up? Woo)

Everything they tryna do, shit, I already done it (what's up?)
What they gon' run? Shit, I already run it (haha)
Let's just keep it one hunnid, hunnid (yeah), hunnid (yeah)
Hunnid (yeah), hunnid (yeah), hunnid (yeah), hunnid (turn it up)
Told them niggas, "Let's get it, but first, you gotta want it"
Then pull up stuntin' on every nigga that fronted (haha)
I just keep it one hunnid, hunnid (yeah), hunnid (yeah)
Hunnid (yeah), hunnid (yeah), hunnid (yeah), hunnid (Gangsta Grillz)

I guess I'm one in a million like Aalyiah
The real weigh a car and I ain't talkin' 'bout a Kia
See, I came out the womb, yeah, a natural born leader
Four kids, kept the work at her house, her name Shakida
La-da-da, let me sing you a lullaby
Got love Coach K, even though he went with the other guy
When I'm at home, I don't even like to party
Way these niggas actin', like you owe everybody
Just know that it's a blessin' that the real nigga next to ya'
Don't walk up on me, nigga, 'cause ain't shit 'bout me regular
Just know I turned a dime rock into a motherf*ckin' million
That's why I walk up in this bitch, like, "Real nigga in the buildin'" (woo, hey)

Everything they tryna do, shit, I already done it (what's up?)
What they gon' run? Shit, I already run it (haha)
Let's just keep it one hunnid, hunnid (yeah), hunnid (yeah)
Hunnid (yeah), hunnid (yeah), hunnid (yeah), hunnid (turn it up)
Told them niggas, "Let's get it, but first, you gotta want it"
Then pull up stuntin' on every nigga that fronted (haha)
I just keep it one hunnid, hunnid (yeah), hunnid (yeah)
Hunnid (yeah), hunnid (yeah), hunnid (yeah), hunnid (what's up?)

Just keep that shit one hunnid
Just keep that shit one hunnid (one hunnid, what's up? Huh?)
Just keep that shit one hunnid
Just keep that shit one hunnid (yeah)
If you want to live the life (live the life)
Then you gon' have to roll the dice (what's up?)
Shake them motherf*ckers up
Hope you get eleven twice (woo)

Everything they tryna do, shit, I already done it (what's up?)
What they gon' run? Shit, I already run it (haha)
Let's just keep it one hunnid, hunnid (yeah), hunnid (yeah)
Hunnid (yeah), hunnid (yeah), hunnid (yeah), hunnid (turn it up)
Told them niggas, "Let's get it, but first, you gotta want it"
Then pull up stuntin' on every nigga that fronted (haha)
I just keep it one hunnid, hunnid (yeah), hunnid (yeah)
Hunnid (yeah), hunnid (a hundred million), hunnid (yeah), hunnid (what's up? Hey)

What we have here
Is history in the makin'
Two decades of Quality Street Music dominance
Snow and Drama
You know where it started
And like that
We gone
Snowman forever