[Chorus:]
  What's up playa? You looking slick with that
  Hundred G chain with the bracelet to match
  Check this out here whodi lay on the ground
  For I show your clown ass how the hot boys sound
  They going click click blow, blow click click blow,
  Click click blow, blow click click blow
  Click click blow, blow click click blow
  Click click blow, blow that's my style
    [Verse 1:]
  Popping wit terror take it straight to guns
  Or we could keep it corporate give up your block and run
  Too much paper here to try and count my ones
  Over here cross me our hollow wall is young
  For our haters on the streets tryin to measure my blow
  If you've seen the new whip know they add nine 0's
  Now I'm up to 2 bricks, a seventy two 0's
  If you counting by the whips than it's eight different flows
  I'm heavy luva, with the diamonds and broads
  Too heavy luva, with the cocaine and cars
  And what I hop in, it's my option
  To shift the mash quit tryin to get in the dash
    [Chorus:]
  What's up playa? You looking slick with that
  Hundred G chain with the bracelet to match
  Check this out here whodi lay on the ground
  For I show your clown ass how the hot boys sound
  They going click click blow, blow click click blow,
  Click click blow, blow click click blow
  Click click blow, blow click click blow
  Click click blow, blow that's my style
    [Verse 2:]
  Now if it's on with the bricks and the bag BABY
  You come short, I'm a bust your head BABY
  They name a dope man whodi
  Yeah that's me, I'm out that 5-0-4 plus that C-P-3
  Give me an ounce and I'ma flip it to a brick figga
  You got my scratch, if you snitching you a trick figga
  Hit the pen, you probably gonna be a misfigga
  So here's a glock for your chest I mean your tits trigga
    Imagine, all the bricks in the projects smeared with cocaine
  I be the richest young soldier in this rap game
  All my money come in armor trucks
  More cars, more houses, more freaks to pluck
  You wasn't work, when I was local playa
  I'm worldwide, you haters can't take it you petrified
  Then let me lose after I reveal thuggin with p
  It's no limit till I die y'all can't get with me
    [Chorus:]
  What's up playa? You looking slick with that
  Hundred G chain with the bracelet to match
  Check this out here whodi lay on the ground
  For I show your clown ass how the hot boys sound
  They going click click blow, blow click click blow,
  Click click blow, blow click click blow
  Click click blow, blow click click blow
  Click click blow, blow that's my style
    [Verse 3:]
  I don't like violence but ha that's no shy logic
  Don't like material stuff either, but sho got a lot of it
  Just to make money off tha street na, I make it off the beat
  Walk my rott off the leash right off the beach
  Talking shit I'ma big spinner so I don't really talk to much
  Got guns, really big ones, think rap softens us up
  See I love my fans but I don't love them haters
  I don't really like the fame much dog
  But I show love to paper uh-huh
  I want something bigger cause I love the dough
  Niggas talk shit, Shaq's out
  Leave them looking like Mugsy Bogues
  Zoom Zoom, 1100's I still ride it slow
  Not the type that's gonna floss
  But I ain't gonna hide it though
  Learn the game from my big brother
  C-E-O now, Made Man, Shocker well..C-E-O sounds
  We the type dog, go to sleep, wake up and ball
  You know what's up what us
  Now what's up with y'all, uh-ha
    [Chorus:]
  What's up playa? You looking slick with that
  Hundred G chain with the bracelet to match
  Check this out here whodi lay on the ground
  For I show your clown ass how the hot boys sound
  They going click click blow, blow click click blow,
  Click click blow, blow click click blow
  Click click blow, blow click click blow
  Click click blow, blow that's my style