[Intro: Boldy James]Where we at?BlockworksTwo-way, deuce, sieteBig CreatureLet's get it[Verse 1: Boldy James]I'm on a different type of time, whole hood call me Mr. 10:08Lay it out on the table, twist it down, then take it to the plateTurn that bag around, then hop right back on the interstateIn and out of town, switchin' up more than my rental platesWhen they wore two hundred eighty-eight eight-ballsIn layman's terms, with the thirty-six by twenty-eightOG knew I was cool, back when I was yay tallDumpin' off all these blues, it look like a nigga play ballFrom pitchin' base, I'm the one these niggas imitateCan teach a class on how to beat the glass, let me demonstrateJust had a blowout sale, it's time to liquidateThe coke numbin' my tongue, I got expensive tasteThe G5 come with a fifth wheel like ElimidateIt's concrete 'til they free all my guys behind them prison gatesWas flippin' cakes while y'all niggas was playin' pencil breaksMy main concern was waitin' for my turn, not what this brick'll takeCuz hit me, said he found a line on some good workWhat it's taken, I had to find out what it took first'Fore I can hand you this brick, learn how to cook firstI always worked my damn wrist, and had some fancy footworkFancy footworkI always worked my damn wrist and had some fancy footworkFancy footworkTap dancin' all on them bricks, I got foot work[Verse 2: El Camino]Yo, yoI used to put in mad work when only one nigga would ride for meI would've died for niggas, but only Mom Dukes would've died for meI used to tote the thirty, now I got the big four-five with me (Big four-five)They doubted me bad and I made 'em eat they apologies (Hahaha)Just make sure you tell 'em I'm rich when you acknowledge me (Tell 'em I'm rich)Shit, I really been that nigga, in all honesty, uh (Keep it a buck)I switch whips as the climate change (Skrrt)I keep a lil' bad bitch with good credit that look beyond the fame (She look beyond the fame)I used to cook dope in Prada frames (Word)My bro taught me the game at an early age and let me just dominateThat's how we operate, I want the money, not the fame (Keep that)On the block, we used to sell cocaine (We used to sell cocaine)I want the money and the finer things (And the finer things, want the finer things)Rich, so we sip champagne (Rich, baby)You can't find my shit up in the store 'cause it's sold out (Uh)You can't find your bitch, you know we bring the hoes out (Where's your bitch?)I heard he told, man, he took the ho route (Took the ho route)We don't go 'bout (Go 'bout that)We don't know 'bout (What you know 'bout this nigga, man?)I want the money, not the fame (Keep that)On the block, we used to sell cocaine (We used to sell cocaine)[Skit]Why'd you move here?I dealt with unions, back in DetroitAnd politiciansThere was a bit of troubleCame here, for the magic dragonWhat kind of trouble?I killed Jimmy HoffaHahahahahahaha, hahahaha, haAh, fuck!
