Big Money Grip

Yeah I'm with that boss shit Don't you hate it when the playas get some love Don't you hate it when they waste your time I don't need a dame I want a dime We cruising rolling through your city My speakers knocking up your hoe but she won't tell A blast to the past I'm facing blunts Surrounded by foes I see my favorite drugs This is all mine But the wake up call make me pimp slap myself Thought about time when I never had shit Thought about time when I never had a bitch Thought about a time when I never had stress Okay, okay