[Intro: DJ Kay Slay]
Ladies and gentlemen
Versatility at its finest
DJ Kay Slay the drama king
The big brother

[Verse 1: E-40]
Forgiato tires, D boy attire
415's, Brutus amplifier
Speakers in the grill, pistol in the dash
Smoking on some ill with a super bad
From the ghetto where they love to squeeze the metal
Booty jiggle like Jell-O, brown bitch freckles
Attractive, active, ratchet
Classy and ratchet, guess you could say she clatchin'
All the ballers wanna hit her, she it
A cool little put together, she thick
She got her AA, she a nurse
Spent her tax return on a purse
Hit the club on Saturday, Sunday she in church
Singing in the choir, smelling like heem and perc
She like n***as that do dirty and n***as that work in collared shirts
She like n***as that thug and n***as that square as a rug

[Chorus: Troy Ave]
Thousand dollar shoes with the carpet under them (Uh-huh)
We just fuckin', I'm just smart to love (You know)
I'm a young player, you can look at my face
I'm a gun sprayer, sick of the waste
It goes boom bap, fuck that
Get money, let it stack
Everyday I floss, everyday I floss
I done paid the cost, now I'm just a boss
[Verse 2: 3D Na’Tee]
You're now listening to the realest
Comin' out the NOLA, was a dealer like Phillis
I was moving soda, nowadays I'm moving lyrics
Feeling like Oprah, made a fortune off a snippet
Was in and out the district
Few priors, no Richard, my hustle grand like Clifford
Wrist cold as a blizzard, in the hood, no Grand Wizard
Coat on an elixir, you hating, I'm getting richer
Getting top from your n***a, now he want you out the picture
Bitch, I'm good, G.O.O.D. like Kanye
Keep a n***a on bended knees, no Wanyá
While you're tryna find bae, got him out in Bombay
Sittin' in his face and send him back to his fiancé
Bitch, I am N-A-apostrophe
T-double-E, got your main n***a watchin' me
I'm where you wanna be but you know my philosophy
I don't need to speak if he ain't signing over property
He soundin' like a freak bitch

[Chorus: Troy Ave]
Thousand dollar shoes with the carpet under them (Uh-huh)
We just fuckin', I'm just smart to love (You know)
I'm a young player, you can look at my face
I'm a gun sprayer, sick of the waste
It goes boom bap, fuck that
Get money, let it stack
Everyday I floss, everyday I floss
I done paid the cost, now I'm just a boss
[Verse 3: Troy Ave]
He ain't getting money, that's the other Troy
I got a red Porsche, and the truck is soy
'Bout to buy a 'Rari, that's my other toy
All they wanna do is fuck the boy
And we don't fuck in the back
Nine times out of ten I just get head
They like bad boys with a good piece of bread
Sold a lotta birds and eluded the feds
Statutory of limitations, statuary marble in the shower where I'm bathing
Same thing on the vanity I wash my face in
Looking in the mirror, real n***a that I'm facin'
And I'm rich and I'm ballin', and I got a Glock 40
And I'm feeling myself, might rap like E-40
I'm a self-made independent n***a, big heart on my chest
When I come through your city, you show love and respect

[Chorus: Troy Ave]
Thousand dollar shoes with the carpet under them (Uh-huh)
We just fuckin', I'm just smart to love (You know)
I'm a young player, you can look at my face
I'm a gun sprayer, sick of the waste
It goes boom bap, fuck that
Get money, let it stack
Everyday I floss, everyday I floss
I done paid the cost, now I'm just a boss