Yeah, there's alot of money over here
That's word to Brooklyn, I'm back
I don't know what the fuck is wrong with these niggas, man

Maybe 'cause I'm eatin' and these bastards fiend for my gru
I carry pumps like I serve gasoline for these scrubs
Have you seen my Aston leanin' on dubs
And they can't afford chrome so they puttin' vasoline on they hubs

I'm lookin' for a girl with a ass like Trina to ru
Take home and let her watch the plasma screen in the tu
These niggas hate I'm movin' so much cash and cream in the clu
And don't pass my green on my bu

But I'm a fly nigga that don't do much to pull her and dick her
Everyday I'm poppin' a tab and pullin' a sticker
Everyday I'm switchin' the tags and pullin' up sicker
Every "K" I'm loadin' the mags with bullets to flicker

And I ain't hesitatin' homie, I'm pullin' it quicker
So you can act tough after a few pulls on some liquor
Got 'em pullin' on niggas and they won't be goin' nowhere for a while
They might as well pull out a snicker, ye-ye-yeah

Forgive me father for I have sinned
But look at all this money that I spend
And look at all this jewelry that I'm in
And look at all the places that I've been

And look at all the women in those brims
Look at the blue flames that I'm in
I look at all the bullshit that there's been
And if I had another chance I'd do it again

Anywhere the kid moves, you know the hammers'll be with me
Pokin' out the shirt like a Pamela Lee titty
I went on tour brought the samples of D wit me
Came back a month later bought a Lambo for three-fifty

Think I throw you grams if you read with me
Just because you see me on the camera with P Diddy
Dammit we P-driddy, now I got G with me
Along with the third leg that I be rammin' in these bitties

I keep the revolver you hope my gun'll jam
But with the soap it's gonna blam
The info put freckles on your face like Opie Cunningham
That's why I'm watched by the Feds and scoped by Uncle Sam

Dope and hundred grams rope and hundred grams
At the same time our artist get to open Summer Jam
Hope you understand or use better sense
These niggas don't want no beef they want lawsuit settlements nigga

Forgive me father for I have sinned
But look at all this money that I spend
And look at all this jewelry that I'm in
And look at all the places that I've been

And look at all the women in those brims
Look at the blue flames that I'm in
I look at all the bullshit that there's been
And if I had another chance I'd do it again

I'm in a waggy with 'em passin' by ya
With a baby girl who suck harder than Maggie on a pacifier
What I'm smoking'll have you aggie as your last supplier
When you can smell it through the bag you know that's some fire

Gettin' stressed by these hotties is regular
I got a magazine to press to your body like editors
Test me somebody I'm beggin' ya
I got the gatling gun like Jesse The Body in Predator

I'm a hustler I don't sling no rocks to the fiends now
I got dudes who sit on corners like a boxer between rounds
Any other dude who dish rocks want beef
'Cause I chop jobs bigger than Chris Rock front teef

I'm the nigga tearin' the walls up in your miss
In exchange for a small cup of the Cris
And while you at probation fillin' a small cup full of piss
I'm in a coupe with a roof that ball up like a fist, catch up

Forgive me father for I have sinned
But look at all this money that I spend
And look at all this jewelry that I'm in
And look at all the places that I've been

And look at all the women in those brims
Look at the blue flames that I'm in
I look at all the bullshit that there's been
And if I had another chance I'd do it again, nigga

Thats right I'll do it again nigga, yeah
I'm a motherfuckin' ghetto superstar nigga
Desert Storm Street Family we here, yeah, young G's salute, yeah
Get this fuckin' money man, it's alot of fuckin' money over here, yeah
I don't know what the fuck you doin', yeah