Chorus: DJ Paul (4x)
These bitches ain't runnin'(runnin'), shit but y'all mouth
Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out
DJ Paul:
These niggaz got plenty ANNA, but they ain't got plenty guns
I'm bustin' out of luxury cars, still got these hoes on the run
I'm hearin' plenty MANY words, but ain't no actions to PROVE
We can do some straight war for war, we can do some stickin' and movin'
We can meet in the middle of these streets or in the middle of this RING
I can pop your chest, PLASTIC glock, or pop your jaw diamond ring
Please don't hate me hate the bank,FOR STASHIN' G's that I take
Or hate my shiny wristband, and big ass rims I rotate
See people flip when I'm comin', got SUCKAS sick at the stomach
They wonder what I brought in, they wonderin