Who Is That?

(Money done geeked on this motherfucker) ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy She show it off, know I did it I pop a ten and a Roxy, I can't even feel it I pay for smoke in the city Ain't have to pay for this shit, but I wan' see 'em winning I still ain't meet Chinese Kitty (Kitty) I gotta watch for that bitch 'cause more problems come with it I just got rich in the Bay She think I'm dealin' with packs, I let her just say Ayy, I just found a route in the A It's just like a runner, I beat it and pass to my niggas I'm on them drugs every day Poppin' them Percs back to back because I'm in the mili' I get it and put it away Dime after dime after dime 'til I reach me a ticket I had to make me a way 'Member I was rappin' in the basement, feelin' like Tigger Can't even hit her off deuce and a sixty I went out to Cali, invested in Ricky Ar with the drum, yeah, this bitch got a Micky Spilt the lean on the money, now my shit all sticky (ayy) Boy, you know that money through with you (through) It's a one-on-two, f*ck 'em, leave the room (yeah) Need a straightjacket, illest in the room (straightjacket) Press a button in this bitch, ceiling move back Murder everything, they like, "Who is that?" They like, "Who is that?" They ask, "Who is that?" (Face) Bad bitches trailin', they like, "Who is that?" (Gang, gang) They like, "Who is that?" They like, "Who is that?" (Gang, gang, gang, gang) Ayy, windshield tinted, they like, "Who is that?" (Yeah) They like, "Who is that?" They like, "Who is that?" (Yeah) Engine keep on screamin', they like, "Who is that?" They like, "Who is that?" They like, "Who is that?" (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Money done geeked on this motherfucker) yeah You know who the f*ck it is They say I'm that nigga when we walkin' in I'm leanin', might never see straight again Every nigga with me got a cup in hand Tell the lean god I'll never find love again I'm a slimy lil' nigga, I'll f*ck her friend I can't speak Japanese, my clothes Japan I'm with Tune, I can't ride, live life again Fuckin' her quick, ain't no cuddling It's blood on this money, my hundreds red I'm in the cut with Wonderful nephew Sippin' this mud 'cause we come from it It's a few bad bitches that I left stranded Hopefully a nigga come cuff they ass I feel like karma still want me back Runnin' too crazy, I'm b-, uh, you can keep it like that Bad bitches trailin', they like, "Who is that?" They like, "Who is that?" They like, "Who is that?" Ayy, windshield tinted, they like, "Who is that?" They like, "Who is that?" They like, "Who is that?" Engine keep on screamin', they like, "Who is that?" They like, "Who is that?" They like, "Who is that?"