My 64 Freestyle

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

Cause 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