Pulling up in my truck a cady pant Peanut leather, all wood grain Chrome in the back, got a kit on the bottom Yo that is tight
Rolling up to the club, I got reserved Got in my pocket and it's all to the good into the club, people screaming my name I need game, I got money and fame
I'm too tee zee like when you're on your buzzy Paparazzi got me dizzy, my nextel always busy 'Bout to open the crizzy 'cause I'm stylin', oh, child'n Ain't a damn thing getting any easier, better get pedda
Stop letting people keep you I got you going off me indo I'm off the hizzy, too tee zee I got sa crib up in the
And I'm livin' it up, got in my bank And I'm it up Got bubonic, that chronic Yeah, you it up
Got it in your lips And you're it up Got me banging in your And cranking it up
Got 12's in your And bumping them up Got my records in shop And you're them up
Got too tee zee on your mind going platinum Sean John, sipping Dom Perignon Can't catch me nights 'Cause I'll be gone like Buzz year
To and beyond Yeah, like that uh, I'm off the planet beau coup money like Missy and Janet Player haters see me and just can't stand it
AP aka too tee zee player Way ahead of the leaving you so stranded Make you say goddammit, waited for record And it finally for chezzey
Now can you me Now do you understand the to tee zee Braided up, corn rows, in pockets Step on toes, D.X.D me that
No one or nothing can hold me forget where I'm from, so I know where I'm at Back of the limo, back of the All the same, my is all illegal
love currency, plea the fifth no perjury AP you heard of me? You know more? Talk to my attorney, haters beware, be scared How's it feel to hate a real
A playa gonna it like a playa do Why, you ask why when AP you Get a clue, thoughting and think You can open up your eyes you blink
Say it me, the keys to the Mercedes Yeah, too tee zee, port down that on the fever, 5 on Lily and Anthony We don't let it ride, we ride on it for