Verse 1: Too $hort] I said, bitch (Bitch) , get in the car I'ma make you a famous movie star Look at the camera when it's time to pop And smile (Do it) , that's the money shot I'm in this motherfucker dipped in gold King Tut (King Tut) , from head to toe I'm talkin' so much shit to this bitch (So much shit) That she ain't never had no shit like this (Never had no shit like this) It's so gold, put me in the game, I'm so cold (So cold) I don't give a fuck about no ho (None of 'em) You already know, though (She know) It's me and five bitches, six-deep in the four do' (Hey) I'm gettin' all the money (Caked up) She can't get nothin' from me (I'm caked up) I said lay on your back, face up Open them legs, bitch, make some
[Verse 2: E-40] Grew up in the hood playin' with Glocks and Sigs (Glocks and Sigs) Long money, like the Golden Gate Bridge (Golden Gate Bridge) Playa from the Hemp-alaya all about his cabbage, savage Ghetto motherfucker like the owner of the Dallas Mavericks Shootin' dice on the blocks, rocks, runnin' from the cops Chops in my Chevy box non-stop (Stop) Ball out, ball out (Ball out) , never fall out wit' your folks Crawl out on hundred spokes It's all gravity, all up in your hole like a cavity Strategy, mesmerized the broad with the flattery Savagely, for the energy like a battery Duracell (Duracell) , copper top, Eveready (Duracell) Fully automatic TEC, on the set caked up (Caked up) Cookies in the oven, ready, baked up (Baked up) Booger-green candy paint, no more slangin' rocks Bust through the mayonnaise tires with triple gold socks, uh