| [Talking:] | |
| Yeah yeah you know us, rings on top of rings | |
| Chains on top of chains, don't watch us watch the watches | |
| King Tut status haha, Mob Style Music | |
| King of Da Ghetto Entertainment, Chris Wizzard | |
| Z-Ro the Mo City Don, yeah | |
| *************ne *************ne *************ne *************ne | |
| It seem like that's all I do | |
| Nothing but money on my mind mind mind | |
| I won't except a million bucks, if I can get two | |
| I think I'ma let my top back let the sun on in, see me riding | |
| I'm a mother******* gangsta, you ain't gon' ever see me hiding | |
| Let's see fifteen around my left, twenty eight around my right | |
| Fifty more around my neck and eight around my finger, I am a light | |
| King George that's the homie, King Johnny that's the homie | |
| Everytime I come around, they like that's Z-Ro that's the homie | |
| When I come out I'ma be *************ning, harder than when I went in | |
| I'm glowing, now all I gotta do is rolling and po'ing | |
| [Hook:] | |
| Keep *************ning, King Johnny I need another piece and chain in my life | |
| Keep *************ning, most people addicted to drugs me I'm addicted to ice | |
| Keep *************ning, V.I.P. I never stand in a line | |
| Keep on *************ning, like sunlight dipped in chrome *************ning like sunlight dipped in chrome | |
| [Chris Ward:] | |
| ************* the straight my swag on the scene, like it's a symphony | |
| Flash my rocks across the screens, like Pimp C it's the pimp in me | |
| Kids love the style, I ain't lying ask Timothy | |
| He'll tell ya mama let C. Wigga play, there'll be no simp in me | |
| Drankie Mulla Frankie Mulla, why you think you cooler | |
| Ice nice and when all the lights on, it can't be cooler | |
| That ain't no real bright, than why you got a janky jeweler | |
| You can't smell drank on my breath, cause of that stanky fooler | |
| Sports car no sports bra, for the sports bar | |
| This what you think we got in the back, the way we po' up bar | |
| Promethazine'ing gangsta leaning, hella-clean | |
| Diamonds blinging felony fresh, you misdemeaning | |
| [Hook] | |
| I'm feeling so fly, I'm standing outside in my Polo Ro | |
| Man and horse from head to toe, I ain't got nothing but Polo on | |
| This beat so jamming I said to myself, self this one you should go solo on | |
| But Chris Ward is a brother from another mother, so I'ma put my lil' bro-bro on | |
| Damn King Johnny, I can't see no mo' | |
| Everytime the sun reflect off my watch, vision will be no mo' | |
| And that *************t in the middle of the mall ain't glowing, quite like these hoes glow | |
| They can sell that trash to you, but I bet they can't sell it to Z-Ro though | |
| I rock them blue and them yellow diamonds, and that old school gold that's right that old *************t | |
| I ain't gotta be out in the sun either, my *************t *************ne at fo' in the morning | |
| If I want it then I don't give a damn what it cost, I'm just gon' get it | |
| Real ice is almost like real ice, I can keep my drink cold with it |