[Chorus: J.V.] We Got, Mo' hoes (mo' hoes) mo' dank (mo' dank) Mo' cheese in the bank, mo' rank My dawgs on dubs, yours aint My dawgs do whateva, yours
worrying about what kind of car that I got Conversating with those tricks, you talking shit, been looking at my rings and my watch Now after you hit it, look this trick
Big up pop Duke, that's where I caught my athleticism My mama, no doubt, that's where I got my lyricism My nana, that's where I got my spiritualism
pimp with my pen Oh no the Lord is my light and my savior So I don't know is somebody coming to save ya Oh Lord please tell 'em my game will slay 'em
my blood Cookin' pork chops and that rice, Makin' scrubs fall in love Don't you wish that you could ride my ride, And stay up in my grill Makin' cheese
my dick at? My snare, my snare, my dick? My snare, where's my snare at? Word. All ya'll niggas try to play me But all ya'lls bitches wanna have my babies
flip my shit legit And workin' a different angle of the game Even though my hussle ain't changed I'm still prayin' my best presence to overcome my pain
my B's got my cheese Fuck nigga you don't play wit G' Cock back aim and squeeze Now ya ass on the ground wit the trees My ole boy didn't raise no snitch
to light a spliff. The type of bitch who takin trips to help me sell my shit. My girl, she got a green thumb in my green house. she pickin up my pounds
so I look both ways Cop says, 'OK, my tint smoke gray' No way, nigga leave without handin me my shit Got plans to get my Land and my 6 Niggaz outta pen
't call me by my name they call me daddy Chorus Verse Two: E-40, Too $hort K-Ci $hort E-40 Fonzarelli I'll probably never have long money like Ross
ma Dade County off of 15th ave You remember Mr. Wonderful, that's my dad Kept my toes on marble flo's, swimmin' in cash My mama name 'Nessa, taught me
I look both ways Cop says, 'OK, my tint smoke gray' No way, nigga leave without handin me my shit Got plans to get my Land and my 6 Niggaz outta pen'll
hope I lay, so I look both ways Cop says okay, my tint smoke gray No way, people leave without handin' me my chips Got plans to get my land and my 6 People
kill her, the hustlers love her Get the money Snow Bunny, you's a bad motherfucker Me and you together, we can go far You put cheese in my pocket, rims on my
my mind, I see sunshine, I thought I didn't have to run, now I'm duckin from the gun yellin, 'One-Time' Take your time to feel my record, and if you did chill a second, my
(feat. Yung Ro, Mista Madd) [talking:] 50/50, Yung Ro, Mista Madd Bringing you, some mo' thug ish Yeah, all about this green cheese This for my thugs