[Intro]

Uh.... This shit make a nigga wanna Bailar... [Laughs]

[Verse 1]

This shit sound like some bread is being made tonight

Fly wit me wit baby won't u take a flight

456 when I shake the dice

Nigga this was written knew spittin' would lead to riches now in position to make the price

You should know I'm nice mean with these flows

Sour Deez got me with the gangsta lean Clipse I throw

Then I roll up another game imma smother

These lames ain't in bed but they still undercover

Wonders I break bread with close friends and kinfolk

And take care of the fam some get rich and leave theirs still broke

Unless they deserve it like my crackhead uncle

See it now wild M's loving it I urge u

Try to breach my circle

Let that big Mac hurt you

Bullets fly then earth u

Nigga think he hercul-les

Please ain't no other option but get it

Hustle on Russell not crow come to bitches forget it

Parlay wit the Crew everything butta

Ha cheeks in one hand a spliff in the otha

She wanna fly to Maldives fuck til the sun up

She been good so shit it's a plan Know I'm gonna gun ha

Shit down, pour up another round of the clique-o

She move like a ridah fuck like a freak hoe

And understand I'm proficient with the aim come to grindin', rap, and dames

I go hard as this beat go