[Intro]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Haha, hey

Y'all know what it is, my nigga

[Chorus]

Hey, hey, hey

And what it is? And what it is? And what it is? And what it is?

And what it is? And what it is? And what it is? And what it is?

Ridin' good, blowin' money, hangin' out them cars

Everybody back to back and we lookin' like stars

And what it is? What it is? What it is? What it is?

And what it is? And what it is? And what it is? And what it is?

Everybody in a line, you can see 'em comin' down

Ridin' on them twenty-four's with a car full of hoes

[Verse 1]

And don't it look so good when he ridin' in the Charger?

Say you already know, the color Mr. [?]

Everybody waitin' on me to talk to the city

Shawty cooler than a fan, you gotta fuck with me

I see you lookin', dude, shawty gettin' money

I congratulate you, I ain't hatin', homie

Shit, get to it, shawty, do your thing

There they go, I see them niggas switchin' lanes

[?] in the middle

Got a car full of hoes and they hangin' out the window

And my top let back and my [?] down low

Let the panoramic back and my [?] to the floor

[Chorus]

Hey, hey, hey

And what it is? And what it is? And what it is? And what it is?

And what it is? And what it is? And what it is? And what it is?

Ridin' good, blowin' money, hangin' out them cars

Everybody back to back and we lookin' like stars

And what it is? What it is? What it is? What it is?

And what it is? And what it is? And what it is? And what it is?

Everybody in a line, you can see 'em comin' down

[Verse 2]

Peanut butter Chevy, fudge brown

Twenty-sixes on it, that bitch sittin' [?]

Four-five tucked, the barrel by my nuts

Stuff comin' down, we finna get it crunk

Boss Skittled up, my neck piece sick

CTE the clique, this real boss shit

Ghetto superstars, we bring them whips out

I'll come for they set, we gon' [?] them clips out

Young player nigga, got game for a bitch

Addicted to this life, I won't trade it in for shit

Wake up in the morning [?] city lookin' pretty

Keep a tone on me 'case them busters try to hit me

[Chorus]

Hey, hey, hey

And what it is? And what it is? And what it is? And what it is?

And what it is? And what it is? And what it is? And what it is?

Ridin' good, blowin' money, hangin' out them cars

Everybody back to back and we lookin' like stars

And what it is? What it is? What it is? What it is?

And what it is? And what it is? And what it is? And what it is?

Everybody in a line, you can see 'em comin' down

Ridin' on them twenty-four's with a car full of hoes

[Verse 3]

Whole team violent, [?] gang drillin' 'em

Jeezy in the Lambo', Sprite green, killin' 'em

[?] in the white boy, Slick ridin' Darth Vader

Everybody shinin', you can tell them boys gettin' paper

Life for the rich and famous, still keep it hood though

Still ridin' old schools, all got lamb doors

Man, it feel good, more broads than a fashion show

VIP status, you ain't on my level, ho

Picture my stunts, switchin' lanes with my homies

Ridin' dirty on they ass, one-eighty on the dash

This the life, homeboy, give 'em somethin' to talk about

See us in the streets with them cars, yeah, we showin' out

[Chorus]

Hey, hey, hey

And what it is? And what it is? And what it is? And what it is?

And what it is? And what it is? And what it is? And what it is?

Ridin' good, blowin' money, hangin' out them cars

Everybody back to back and we lookin' like stars

And what it is? What it is? What it is? What it is?

And what it is? And what it is? And what it is? And what it is?

Everybody in a line, you can see 'em comin' down

Ridin' on them twenty-four's with a car full of hoes