[Intro]Uh, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah, yuh[Verse]They say King Combs Heaven-sentHow he rock, plug for this shitCatch a quick glimpse, calm touch so delicateMood change in the room when the gang steppin' inEngine never break, steady peddlin'Crush Pendleton store, cash like a flash drive (Cash)Cut the chatter, money matter like black livesNumbers add up, calculate it, get your math right (Uh-huh, uh-huh)Get your weight up, you deflate when crossin' paths (Nigga)Never fooled by you clown niggasCut the jokes, see, I move how I wanna moveFollow rules, never do, that's uncomfortable (Uh-uh, uh-uh)I'm the coach, makin' plays, never fumblePreach Psalms in the huddle (Amen)Can't settle, not for nothin', nah, nada, gotta hustle too (Nah)Throw me in the jungle, I'ma hunt for foodMy moms just passed, I ain't know what to doBut I'ma keep livin' like instruction (Uh-huh, uh-huh)Spent time out in London, I might moveCaught a vibe, shit, it might be the right moodTake some time just to clear out my mind too (Yeah)Every Friday a movie, I'm Ice Cube (What, what, what?)See my lady so different, don't like youShe don't talk to nobody, she type rudeI don't rest, I count checks when the night throughOnly time I get rest is on flights tooAny perps dissin' us, you losin' anyways (Yeah)Cut through flesh, might burn your chest like Henny Straight (Uh-huh)We up next, been that work for many daysCome contest (Come on, come on), bring your best, we really playYoung Michael Corleone, son of a donI can tell the money comin' 'cause I'm rubbin' my palmWhen that light shine, bet I go above and beyondDrop heat all winter 'til the summer is on (Uh-huh)I push Hummers with the logos, company carsSame pendant on the chain, ladies lovin' the charm (Bling)Workouts never cease, see the cuts in my arm? (Uh)Old friends turned snakes, but I'm cuttin' 'em off (Damn)Independent on a nigga, need nothin' from y'all (Nuh-huh)Keep my energy the same, make like nothin' is wrong (Uh-uh)Niggas can't stand the heat when the oven is onPut the team on my back while I'm runnin' the ballNever satisfied, can't be content with minor statsI need a few Platinum plaques and fire tracksKing Combs can't relax, in fact, I'm hyperactive (What, what?)Whip game, switch shades like Michael JacksonWrists plain, gold body like a magnumRappin', never play with you rappers, I'm steady snappin'Do yourself a favor and step away from the class ofMade men, ready for war in every aspect (Respect, nigga)[Outro]Shittin' me, we make hitsTell me how nasty you getAll the way from the hood to the neck of the woods, it's litOne thing's for sure (I'll be good)Yeah, shittin' me, we make hitsTell me how nasty you getAll the way from the hood to the neck of the woods, it's litOne thing's for sure (I'll be good)Yeah
