Chorus x2(JD):
To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly
An' all my niggas wit the corner lock gettin' high
An' all my playas world wide it's just you and I,
Get ya paper, get ya dough, get ya shit right.
JD:
First off, ya'll niggas know I don't slouch
An' as a kid I done did the shit you talkin' about
I'm from the South
Ya heard? Where niggas fly birds outta Impalas
Live lavish From ATL to Dallas
An' the little palace Goin' once, goin' twice
Everyday, livin' nice In the grey wit the ice
Makin' money rollin' dice
Livin' the life
That ya'll dream of
Puttin' niggas outta business like Sony did to Zenith
You seen us? The green stuff
An nuttin' else that's all I collect
I got the hots like the Lox: Money, Power and Respect
An' I can damn the check that any of ya'll niggas spit
I stay hittinI ain't bullshittin'(he ain't bullshittin')
Nigga Wit more glitter Than M.J.
It's all pimp play
When it comes to me
An' ya'll muthafuckas know how JD gets down
An' those who don't it's a new sheriff in town
Feel me now