Da... Da... Da... David... Banner
La, la la la, la, la la la la
(Uh!)
Sittin' in a Caddy, (W)right like Betty
Floatin' up the isle like the bride and her daddy
Hip-Hop addict, hip-hop addict
Man I swear I'm on top like the attic
Yea b*tch I be wit' my dog like Shaggy
And we stay clean but we get dirty like Harry
Flyer than bluebirds, cardinals, and canaries
F**k me, I'm all about weed like Paris
Hilton, presidential suite already
I'm richer than Nicole and I'm a Lion like her daddy
I am hotter than the Sunday after Saturday
I swear I'm a savage like Noah, Ben, and Randy
Oscar De La Hoya, box ya like a casket
Or Diego Coralles, n*gga keep jabbin'
See my style it varies, like drugs in an alley
My leather so soft my paint prettier than Halle
Wittier than comedy, n*gga write a parody
But I ain't tellin' jokes... apparently
A parent, yeah my daughter be the twinkle of my eye
You hurt her you kill me and n*gga I ain't 'bout to die
See y'all are at ground, and my daughter is my sky
I swear I look in her face and I just want to break out and fly
4 tears in my face and you ain't never heard me cry
I'm richer than all y'all I got a bank full of pride
Ow, started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Nigga I'm the shit, get the f**k up out my toilette
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
started out hustlin', e-ended up ballin
Nigga I'm the shit, get the f**k up out my toilette
My paint bubblelicious, the motor so vicious
The rims the same color as the wrapper of a kisses; Hersey's
I'm hyper, jumpin like a piston
And when I'm in Detroit I be ballin' like a Piston
oh, and did I mention I'm fly like a pigeon
Higher than gas prices, you Las Vegas trickin
I'm nine under par in the Bentley golf cart
The Polo be cream but the bottle's caviar (yeah!)
Weezy I'm sick from all this tourin'
You told me (sip this,) then call me in the morning (yeah)
And I vow I never trust another woman ('nother woman)
In my life, and then I got horny (ah hah)
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Nigga I'm the shit, get the f**k up out my toilette
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Started out hustlin', e-ended up ballin'
Nigga I'm the shit, get the f**k up out my toilette
See I ain't goin' no where bitch
You know a nigga been home honey
Money f**kin' retarded, called it down syndrome money
My cake sick shift, they diagnose sickle cell bread
The revenue stream got a disease like a jail bed
Like a mattress from Sing-Sing or way down to Comstock
These bitches call me bling king I shit when the bomb drop
And sprinkle diamonds all over niggas flawless in D-Class
Then twinkle like a shine, just like a sparkle from clean Glass
They movin' on a nigga as I walk through valley, ready?
And Zulu with the cameras like I'm dickin' down Halle Berry
My money help me do things that you nigga's can't believe
Like purchase personal plates on sort of things that you can't conceive
Like interactin' with women, on caliber of Janet
I sit and master my vision and massacre the planet
I hope you nigga's know just what it is
When I'm countin' my paper, nigga's know I'm handlin' my biz
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Nigga I'm the shit, get the f**k up out my toilette
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Nigga I'm the shit, get the f**k up out my toilette
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