Rags To Riches

From rags to riches to cash to bitches

The fun, they said we can't and it couldn't be done

You ain't heard?

If we don't get it with this rap shit son

Then you're done

Then I'ma get it with my motherfuckin' gun

I put you on to that shit my nigga Ty Nitty said

The ice grill you wearing don't scare me you little bitch

It's only gon' get me real amped up instead

And have me outside creepin' one up in the head

Yo rock-a-bye baby, your time is up

Get on your knees and pray cause you gon' need God's help

Cause stuntin' on Noyd kid, that's prohibited

You think I can't get you hit? That's ridiculous

I know niggas that pull more strings than Aerosmith

That'll have you in your casket bastard real quick

Yo this is real shit

I talks what I mean and I rolls with a

Team who keep them things on they hip

Shit, enough talking

Y'all niggas wanna see me you can find

Me in QB or anywhere up in New York man

I'm represented by niggas that's known to kill

Don't catch 'em in the street without the motherfuckin' steel

Niggas be stuntin', frontin' for nothin'

But we ain't dumpin', we shoot shit up

Pack them pipes out, turn they lights out

Cause we ain't dumpin', we shoot shit up

Niggas be stuntin', frontin' for nothin'

But we ain't dumpin', we shoot shit up

Pack them pipes out, turn they lights out

Cause we ain't dumpin', we shoot shit up

I make niggas wrinkle up they face cause the size of my diamonds

But they straighten that shit out when I pull out the iron

When I pull up to the club know the dubs be shinin'

Punks jump off the dump and the guns start firin'

We don't let 'em stop thumpin' 'til we hear them sirens

Or we hit 'em with a hollow and they bodies droppin'

Niggas know how I be, so gangsta and hoody

I can't wait to see Ciara and get her for her goodies

Yo homie know the infamous clique is rich right

We still run up on niggas in broad daylight