I'ma have me a big nice Caddy
House on the hill for my ma' and my pappy
Live life happy and I'm still nappy
Makin legal money, no feds tryna' trap me
I'ma have me a big nice Caddy
House on the hill for my ma' and my pappy
Live life happy and I'm still nappy
Nigga, legal money, no feds tryna' trap me
If you ever been broke put your hands up
You been broke put your hands up, put your hands up
You ever been broke put your hands up
You been broke put your hands up, put 'em up

Verse 2 [Kalage]:

What ya know 'bout havin no dough, no coat for the winter
Remember, we poor folk
Most cut yolk and smoke 'ports, cut throats and ya dope hoe
Talk about they wanna 'Lac with four do's, no Vogues
Wood kit and Momo's
Outfits- Polo, pockets- so swole,
Jenny Craig called- Escalade hog in the yard
Breakin off ya folks too, belly full of soul food
Chitt'lins, greens, pork chops, green beens
Yeah I pray for that, each and every day I rap
I rap with God, 'cause I feel you ain't really safe with gats
We escape slacks, but government helped in welfare
My folk cries to the law and ain't no help there