[king t]
Now to make it interestin it's me, king trife
Big ballin' nigga for bout half of my life
Whether on my knees prayin, blowin on the dice
Bet king t'll throw it to you precise
I need +cash+, gotta live it like it's no limit
Like it's in season, no scrimmage
Flossin twenty inches, on concrete and won't leak
See me on the street i won't speak
Cause i'm all that - and what crews despise
To the 600 backboard on 2-k-5
+cash+, honey like, "whoo, they live!"
Should i, peep or slide boo you better decide
I heard tonight's open bar, i'll be passin you by
With a platinum presidential light splash in your eye
All these haters mad doggin, you know they won't last
Cause fuckin with these westside thugs..
.. you gotta have a lot of +cash+
