| 作曲 : Lyon, Tuck, Valenzano | |
| (feat. Dre) | |
| (Hook: Dre) | |
| I got my locs on, even when it's dark I ain't playing | |
| Sitting on a hundred spokes, from all this money I be making | |
| That's what's up, (that's what's up-that's what's up-that's what's up) | |
| That's what's up, (that's what's up-that's what's up-that's what's up) | |
| So much ice on my wrist, but my necklace stay stunning | |
| Don't talk to me nigga, if it ain't about money | |
| That's what's up, (that's what's up-that's what's up-that's what's up) | |
| That's what's up, (that's what's up-that's what's up-that's what's up) | |
| (Big Tuck:) | |
| Fresh off the lot, the Bentley Azur | |
| Blue and yellow's on the piece, look like they going to war | |
| My shoe game real, it's like I'm skating the floor | |
| The chicks adore, the house built on the shore | |
| Big Tuck in the building, the chillest nigga in town | |
| When it come to my paper, ain't no kidding around | |
| DSR is the click, we holding it down | |
| You were stunting in that Benz, till I pulled the Phantom around | |
| Spent a grip on the necklace, won't speak on the teeth | |
| But the top banana, bottom blueberry and peach | |
| So many stones in the mouth, it impaired my speech | |
| Shining so hard, I'm not allowed on the beach | |
| 26 oor 28's, the only way that I skate | |
| Ride heavy in the game, I got the Cheve in shape | |
| The man with the cheddar, dividing the cake | |
| Take a plane to Aruba, and go surf in the lake | |
| (Hook) | |
| (Big Tuck:) | |
| A lot of y'all don't know me, but a lot of you do | |
| Bought a plane from Diddy, and sprayed it cancun blue | |
| The car you driving, I bought six for the crew | |
| Check the seven point one, I got the signature too | |
| I feel it ain't right, to be rich like this | |
| Got a pond in the kitchen, with the tropical fish | |
| VVS on the chest, leave a marvelous gliss | |
| The '76 Chavelle, with the Lambo kit | |
| Bought some land in Miami, without touching the stash | |
| The glare from the watch, will cause a pilot to crash | |
| The paint job sick, I got it wet as a bath | |
| Get a whiff of this starter dro, puff it and pass | |
| Got my locs on pimping, if it's sunny and not | |
| Turning corners in a Phantom, Hugh Hef' ain't got | |
| The Big T you see paid, I'm way too hot | |
| If you ain't talking bout money, what you talking about | |
| (Hook) | |
| (Big Tuck:) | |
| I got my locs on, and I'm shined up | |
| G4 plane, better go on get your grind up | |
| Fall to club, Lamborginis all lined up | |
| In a world of our own, lil' mama don't mind us | |
| It's me the hook, the cross the jab | |
| Big Tuck's the chemist, and the booth's the lab | |
| Pimping the mic, it's the gift of gab | |
| I'm the man of the hour, I got loot to grab | |
| (Hook) |
| zuo qu : Lyon, Tuck, Valenzano | |
| feat. Dre | |
| Hook: Dre | |
| I got my locs on, even when it' s dark I ain' t playing | |
| Sitting on a hundred spokes, from all this money I be making | |
| That' s what' s up, that' s what' s upthat' s what' s upthat' s what' s up | |
| That' s what' s up, that' s what' s upthat' s what' s upthat' s what' s up | |
| So much ice on my wrist, but my necklace stay stunning | |
| Don' t talk to me nigga, if it ain' t about money | |
| That' s what' s up, that' s what' s upthat' s what' s upthat' s what' s up | |
| That' s what' s up, that' s what' s upthat' s what' s upthat' s what' s up | |
| Big Tuck: | |
| Fresh off the lot, the Bentley Azur | |
| Blue and yellow' s on the piece, look like they going to war | |
| My shoe game real, it' s like I' m skating the floor | |
| The chicks adore, the house built on the shore | |
| Big Tuck in the building, the chillest nigga in town | |
| When it come to my paper, ain' t no kidding around | |
| DSR is the click, we holding it down | |
| You were stunting in that Benz, till I pulled the Phantom around | |
| Spent a grip on the necklace, won' t speak on the teeth | |
| But the top banana, bottom blueberry and peach | |
| So many stones in the mouth, it impaired my speech | |
| Shining so hard, I' m not allowed on the beach | |
| 26 oor 28' s, the only way that I skate | |
| Ride heavy in the game, I got the Cheve in shape | |
| The man with the cheddar, dividing the cake | |
| Take a plane to Aruba, and go surf in the lake | |
| Hook | |
| Big Tuck: | |
| A lot of y' all don' t know me, but a lot of you do | |
| Bought a plane from Diddy, and sprayed it cancun blue | |
| The car you driving, I bought six for the crew | |
| Check the seven point one, I got the signature too | |
| I feel it ain' t right, to be rich like this | |
| Got a pond in the kitchen, with the tropical fish | |
| VVS on the chest, leave a marvelous gliss | |
| The ' 76 Chavelle, with the Lambo kit | |
| Bought some land in Miami, without touching the stash | |
| The glare from the watch, will cause a pilot to crash | |
| The paint job sick, I got it wet as a bath | |
| Get a whiff of this starter dro, puff it and pass | |
| Got my locs on pimping, if it' s sunny and not | |
| Turning corners in a Phantom, Hugh Hef' ain' t got | |
| The Big T you see paid, I' m way too hot | |
| If you ain' t talking bout money, what you talking about | |
| Hook | |
| Big Tuck: | |
| I got my locs on, and I' m shined up | |
| G4 plane, better go on get your grind up | |
| Fall to club, Lamborginis all lined up | |
| In a world of our own, lil' mama don' t mind us | |
| It' s me the hook, the cross the jab | |
| Big Tuck' s the chemist, and the booth' s the lab | |
| Pimping the mic, it' s the gift of gab | |
| I' m the man of the hour, I got loot to grab | |
| Hook |
| zuò qǔ : Lyon, Tuck, Valenzano | |
| feat. Dre | |
| Hook: Dre | |
| I got my locs on, even when it' s dark I ain' t playing | |
| Sitting on a hundred spokes, from all this money I be making | |
| That' s what' s up, that' s what' s upthat' s what' s upthat' s what' s up | |
| That' s what' s up, that' s what' s upthat' s what' s upthat' s what' s up | |
| So much ice on my wrist, but my necklace stay stunning | |
| Don' t talk to me nigga, if it ain' t about money | |
| That' s what' s up, that' s what' s upthat' s what' s upthat' s what' s up | |
| That' s what' s up, that' s what' s upthat' s what' s upthat' s what' s up | |
| Big Tuck: | |
| Fresh off the lot, the Bentley Azur | |
| Blue and yellow' s on the piece, look like they going to war | |
| My shoe game real, it' s like I' m skating the floor | |
| The chicks adore, the house built on the shore | |
| Big Tuck in the building, the chillest nigga in town | |
| When it come to my paper, ain' t no kidding around | |
| DSR is the click, we holding it down | |
| You were stunting in that Benz, till I pulled the Phantom around | |
| Spent a grip on the necklace, won' t speak on the teeth | |
| But the top banana, bottom blueberry and peach | |
| So many stones in the mouth, it impaired my speech | |
| Shining so hard, I' m not allowed on the beach | |
| 26 oor 28' s, the only way that I skate | |
| Ride heavy in the game, I got the Cheve in shape | |
| The man with the cheddar, dividing the cake | |
| Take a plane to Aruba, and go surf in the lake | |
| Hook | |
| Big Tuck: | |
| A lot of y' all don' t know me, but a lot of you do | |
| Bought a plane from Diddy, and sprayed it cancun blue | |
| The car you driving, I bought six for the crew | |
| Check the seven point one, I got the signature too | |
| I feel it ain' t right, to be rich like this | |
| Got a pond in the kitchen, with the tropical fish | |
| VVS on the chest, leave a marvelous gliss | |
| The ' 76 Chavelle, with the Lambo kit | |
| Bought some land in Miami, without touching the stash | |
| The glare from the watch, will cause a pilot to crash | |
| The paint job sick, I got it wet as a bath | |
| Get a whiff of this starter dro, puff it and pass | |
| Got my locs on pimping, if it' s sunny and not | |
| Turning corners in a Phantom, Hugh Hef' ain' t got | |
| The Big T you see paid, I' m way too hot | |
| If you ain' t talking bout money, what you talking about | |
| Hook | |
| Big Tuck: | |
| I got my locs on, and I' m shined up | |
| G4 plane, better go on get your grind up | |
| Fall to club, Lamborginis all lined up | |
| In a world of our own, lil' mama don' t mind us | |
| It' s me the hook, the cross the jab | |
| Big Tuck' s the chemist, and the booth' s the lab | |
| Pimping the mic, it' s the gift of gab | |
| I' m the man of the hour, I got loot to grab | |
| Hook |