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[N.A.R.D. / Johnny P]So I'll leave here mama I'll be there, okCadillac (cadillac) pimpin... pimpin (escalade) Do or Die Ridin through the cold Chi (riding so high)Back 2 the game why'all (were back Belo, AK)Some pimpology (escalade) so obviously we learned there biology(Do or Die J. P. lets ride)[N.A.R.D.]Do you love, money, chasin papers and doin capersBending the chi and then vegas like you one of the LakersSteady cuffin that paper, ladys can't fake us, so I stay cautious regardlessLike a million dollars keep sparkin better yet its that V.I.P barkin(niggaz ain't ready to die)Cause please, that be me sparkin sharp and bendin calm in that lacBendin hard with ladys slobbin and bobbinAww man I been on that chick since back in collegeSee, she like them top notch with the glock cockedPut the money and glock block them CEO's who invest in stock plotsSubstance blowin out the sunroof with your drop topSmokin on that chop flop ladys call me pa pa and groupies call me na naSo cha cha like legit do whatever suits that fit youIf paper be your issue, then you be your issueBut this paper make that paper, and this paper make that paper,This paper make that paper so you stay away from hatersLetras de canciones[Chorus, Johnny P]We ride diamonds in the back, sunroof top,Diggin in the scene with a gangster lean ohhhohhhhhh.. ohhoohhhhWe ride diamonds in the back, sunroof top,Diggin in the scene with a pimp lean ohhohhhh my my can you smoke and ride[AK 47]You can see it in my eyes when I'm hustlin, burnt up tryin to come up fromNothingI be stackin them stacks bringin em back in the back of the lacTalkin in codes to the burn outs hustlin daily got me turned outYou know my motto to invest and chase that paper like lottoFollow, tryin to bring back money in car loadsBut its hard to listen when you tryin to get that platinum benzyOr purchase a home for my belo luxury home with a platinum visaIts hard to imagine something like a nigga tryin to catch an orgasmTrack that feeling like a spasmTryin to study passin, got a passion gotta count that cheeseThey off in the breeze but it ain't nothingIf you got that paper then say somethingBetter put it away Cause the day comin when you fall off,When you just want to hall off with four sawed offs blow it all offRecognise its the big faces that count, better yet better stay flexedCheck the paper stay stressed and get all the dough whether its fast or slowGet up to the point where the cash will flowBurger King and Mcdonalds really ain't the way the best will goAnd its so cold in these windy streetsWhen the ends meet your life will be ends deep with white shit[Chorus][Belo Zero]This is my motto, pop the first bottleLouie call 1 3 grab the key then followRide up to my home paid for mansion celebrating you ladys on tables dance onM O N E why got to have it me I remember hustlin when I was a shortyNow or a forty X5 5 of those sit back relax and private showNo how it go more money more problem well the problem is you solve itDon't let the money become you you take it and revolve itNo matter how you get it you hustle and go get it square stick with itMake sure all the numbers split Cause all of them done did itThe Rockafellers Stellers and JonesTo many other people got paper but we homelessAnd let alone this, we chillin while we swervin bumpin 92.3 in the suburbanHittin curbs in city fresh why'all Proda to the feet bonapetiteNo second guess why'all we confess why'all love the curency don't you playa hateLove the game you can't worry me, you can't worry me[Chorus][N.A.R.D.]J P, J PEverybody may not have a great big CadillacGangsta white walls, TV's and antennas in the back (uh uh)Some peoples may not have a car at allBut they got to remember brothers and sisters (remember)We still can pimp talk, rotate them gangster white wallsNever givin a dime to a broad (no no never)And we gone keep on pimpin baby (keep pimpin)We gone keep on pimpin baby (for real)Until somebody turn the lights out, so J. P. come on bring us home[Johnny P]Yeah, wohhhhohhhohhhh wohhhohhhhI just want to feel, Cause you may not have a gravy kind of lifeDiamonds in the back, sunroof top, diggin in the scene with a gangster leanYou may night driiivvveee no car at all, ohh myyyBut you can still stand tall, still stand tall... hoooCause I'm ridin in my escaladeRidinRidinRidin From Letras Mania