YEA

Yea, yea, yea, yea

Yea, yea, yea, yea

The money legit, my nigga legit, my bitches legit

I'm still in the hood, we poppin' like zits

Used to pop tags, now the whip profit, sip

I'm with a chip, I got blood on my kicks

Pull up like Rick, when I shoot, I don't miss

I'm a big Z, I'm a Zoe, I admit

Pull up to Gino's, I don't do the Ruth's Chris

I'm in all black, I'm the new presidente

I'm not a brat, see, she shake it like sexy

I got both hands on her ass, ambidextrous

I'm from the block, but we movin' like Tetris

Where I'm from, niggas don't sit in these sections

Most niggas lame, so that don't impress me

Money legit, my nigga legit

I die for my nigga, my blood like my twin

Yea, yea, yea, yea

Yea, yea, yea, yea

Yea, yea, yea, yea

Yea, yea, yea, yea

Poppin' that, uh, she do it for me

Pretty-ass boy with these golds in my teeth

Bitch, I'm from Texas, my hat got a T

R.I.P. C-Strugs and Pimp C

You can't come to my section, cannot take a seat

These lame-ass niggas, we don't know who you be

Bitch, I'm y'all king, the whole world wanna see

TLC, man, these niggas is creased

Pillow talkin', do too much in the sheets

You is a scrub, you is a dub

Dusty nigga gettin' swept under rugs

Dirty my cup like a ring in the tub

Respected by hitters and nerds and thugs

And hippie bitches that be tweakin' off drugs

I be poppin' my shit like a pimple and pust

And she lovin' the swag, she get hit if she lust

Yea, yea, yea, yea

Yea, yea, yea, yea

Yea, yea, yea, yea

Yea, yea, yea, yea

I ask 'em like, "What if it's us?"

Then what if they left? And what if it's mine?

This year, I put down my lil' cup

Part two, the remix, got better with time

Ten years, I been layin' on lust

Been layin' with you, this devil of mine