[Intro]
(Hzrd went crazy on that motherfucker)

[Chorus]
Like a mil' when you walk in my closet
Had to stay on my grind, I went got it
I got used to poppin'
Bands, they bustin' out my pocket
I really came out the projects
All that money, got it pilin'
They told me get it, now I got it
My young n***as, they been wildin'
Ride in this bitch with them dirty K's
Yes, we got a whole lot of choppers
I know a n***a caught a case and he fold
The n***a had told on his brothers
Ride in that Wraith, feel like I'm outer space
And I got a whole lot of choppers
It ain't my birthday, but I got a whole lot of cake
And I got a whole lot of problems

[Verse 1]
Got a good brain on her, I think that bitch went to college
I ran that shit up, I been savin' my guala
I pray my young n***as don't catch a body
Some n***as had tried us, said fuck it, they slidin'
I go get my own, I can't wait on nobody
I show that love, never hate on nobody
I hold this shit down, I can't fold, I'm too solid
I'm a rich young n***a, still post in the projects
Went major league, but don't play for the Dodgers
I roll up exotic, it smell like I vomit
My n***as ride with me, they steppin' and stompin'
Shoot at the top of the head, not the stomach
I go retarded, we got the money, went dummy
Spent a forty right on my chain, this shit nothin'
Gotta watch how you run up on me, they might bust you
They know I came from nothing
[Chorus]
Like a mil' when you walk in my closet
Had to stay on my grind, I went got it
I got used to poppin'
Bands, they bustin' out my pocket
I really came out the projects
All that money, got it pilin'
They told me get it, now I got it
My young n***as, they been wildin'
Ride in this bitch with them dirty K's
Yes, we got a whole lot of choppers
I know a n***a caught a case and he fold
The n***a had told on his brothers
Ride in that Wraith, feel like I'm outer space
And I got a whole lot of choppers
It ain't my birthday, but I got a whole lot of cake
And I got a whole lot of problems

[Verse 2]
I wake up, I'm drinkin' lean straight out the bottle
Yes, I got that guala, these bitches get lit for these dollars
Stick came with a beam, if it spot 'em, I got 'em
All my day one n***as, they know that I got 'em
No new n***as
Still with the same young n***as, we came from the bottom
Ring it up, I got rich, now I feel like I'm Roddy
I be with some rappers like Rowdy
Got sold-out shows, shit crowded
Top floor condos, big houses
Ride big body Benz, got them killers behind me
Chain rose gold, but I came up from poverty
Gotta turn up some more for the ones who had doubted me
I done came a long way, you just gotta be proud of me
I pull up, that chopper on side of me
I wear nothin' but that custom, n***as can't drip like me
I be poppin', these n***as won't copy me
[Chorus]
Like a mil' when you walk in my closet
Had to stay on my grind, I went got it
I got used to poppin'
Bands, they bustin' out my pocket
I really came out the projects
All that money, got it pilin'
They told me get it, now I got it
My young n***as, they been wildin'
Ride in this bitch with them dirty K's
Yes, we got a whole lot of choppers
I know a n***a caught a case and he fold
The n***a had told on his brothers
Ride in that Wraith, feel like I'm outer space
And I got a whole lot of choppers
It ain't my birthday, but I got a whole lot of cake
And I got a whole lot of problems