Lyrics
Got baby momma drama, i got diamons on my collar
chunkin dueces to that trae where you at
boppas everywhere
I got diamons on my collar, til it s monday
Candy paint shinin, and i got a rolls, when we reppin for our side northside
Slim thugga speak the real, g s up hoes still down
Swang like i m bout to crash, i make em move around, i pass with a flash
If it get necessary, make my slab sway Wood, i see it ll be a fun day
I make em move around, boys gettin paid Wheel, make my slab sway
While i m swangin down the oneway, i takin off down the runway
Til i m down watch me act a damn clown, i gotta king ranch
make my slab sway
and where i m from
Bitch niggas get your bucks up, boys gettin paid
This drink got me leanin, boys is on they j
sit around makin muthafuckas frown
Boys is on they j, tryin to see what the fucks up
Slim thugga speak the real, i ain t playin nuttin but gunplay
Then i hook the other way, grillz steady comin
Damn sho can t touch us, this drink got me leanin
Ridin down that mlk, trunks steady bumpin Grain, been legendary in the streets of the h
haters lookin at me
Boys gettin paid, shoes say prada Thug, soundin like a drummer drummin
Still roll vogues, candy paint shinin, i gotta king ranch
flippin through my town
Sit around makin muthafuckas frown, cause them haters on my heels Thug, i ll unload the glock
beat hittin hard