Man I feel like money (Man I feel like money!)
Be attracted to me
They come around like honey (They come around like honey!)
Because I'm fly like a bee
Man I got them all buzzing (Buzzing!) buzzing (Buzzing!)
Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Man I got them all buzzing (Buzzing!) buzzing (Buzzing!)
Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Yeah, uh
Audi R8, laid back, black on black
Diamonds on my neck and my wrist matching that
Black mask, black mag, brown bag
Drop that off, nigga shoot your black ass
I'm a magnet to money, the paper is where I'm at
They attracted to me, they treat me like Pimp C.
I'm a P-I-M-P, your chick just chose me
I got so much swag, is that why you mad?
Control your hate trick, nothing good to say
Don't say shit, keep walking, quit talking, keep it moving
We can keep the club jumping till daylight
From New York to L.A. through the Bay right?
Back up to back up in a mix like that
And I know you like it when it's just like that
All the girlies just love my swag
From my kicks to the way I fix my hat
I'm back! Fresh like some new J's
Brodie got next, NBA too paid
I'm too paid, shaded, with some ladies
Repping my city, West L.A. baby
West L.A. made me this way
Two rules: stay fresh, homie and get paid
Hey
Never broke, and never bummy
I'm from where it's forever sunny
When I come around, around, around
They go...
Yeah, yeah
It's going down, down, down
They go...
Uh
New cat with a old school feel
Only new artist with a old school deal
Taught the game by Steve Lobel
So we always win, don't receive no help
New girls act like they know me so well
But I shows no love and be like "Oh, well"
When my album drops, sure as hell going to sell
Stack cash and laugh like LOL
When I come around, around, around
They go...
Yeah
When I come around, around, around
They go...
When I step in your town, town, town
They go...
Yeah, yeah
It's going down, down, down
They go...
Yeah, yeah
Shawty in my ear
Saying all the things that I want to hear
(Buzzing!) And as the night ends
I'ma have her and get all her friends.
(Buzzing!) Okay
Hands in the air
From the back to the front, everywhere
(Buzzing!) Throwing out twenties, throwing out hundreds
Ladies got to love it