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Da... Da... Da... David... Banner La, la la la, la, la la la la (Uh!) Sittin' in a Caddy, bright like Batty Floatin' up the like the bride and her Daddy Hip-Hop addict, hip-hop at it Man I swear I'm on top like the attic Yea Bxtch I be wit my dog like Shaggy And we stay clean but get dirty like Harry Flyer than bluebirds, cardinals and canaries F**k me, I'm all about weed like Paris Hilton the presidential suite already I'm richer than Nicole and I'm a Lion like her Daddy I am hotter than the Sunday after Saturday I swear I'm a savage like no one be a Randy Oscar De LaHoyer, boxer like a casket Or Diego Coralles, nigga keep jabbin' See my style it varies, like drugs in an alley My leather so soft my paint prettier than Halley Wittier than comedy, nigga write a parody But I ain't tellin' jokes... apparently Apparently, yeah my daughter be the twinkle of my eye You hurt her you kill me and nigga I ain't 'bout to die See y'all are at ground, and my daughter is my sky Letras de cancionesI swear I look in her face and I just want to break out and fly 4 tears in my face and you ain't never heard me cry I'm richer than all y'all I got a bank full of pride Ow, started out hustlin', ended up ballin' Nigga I'm the shit, get the f**k up out my toilette Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' started out hustlin', e-ended up ballin Nigga I'm the shit, get the f**k up out my toilette My paint bubbleish, the motor so vicious The rims the same color as the wrapper of a kisses; Hersey's I'm hyper, thump it like a piston And when I'm in Detroit I be ballin' like a Piston oh, and did I mention I'm fly like a pigeon Hidin' gas prices, you las Vegas trinket I'm ridin' on the park in the Bentley golf cart The Polo be cream but the bottle's caviar (yeah!) Weezy I'm sick from all this tourin' You told me (sip this,) then call me in the morning (yeah) And I vow I never trust another woman ('nother woman) In my life, and then I got horny (ah hah) Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' Nigga I'm the shit, get the f**k up out my toilette Started with my girlfriend, ended where the home is Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' Started out hustlin', e-ended up ballin' Nigga I'm the shit, get the f**k up out my toilette See I ain't goin' no where bitch You know a nigga been home honey Money f**kin' retarded, called it down syndrome money My cake sick shift, they diagnose sickle cell bread The revenue stream got a disease like a jail bed Like a mattress from Sing-Sing or way down to Comstock These bitches call me bling king I shit when the bomb drop And sprinkle diamonds all over niggas flawless in D-Class Then twinkle like a shine, just like a sparkle from clean Glass They movin' on a nigga as I'm walkin' the valley, ready? And Zulu with the cameras like I'm dickin' down Halle Berry My money help me do things that you nigga's can't believe Like purchase personal plates on sort of things that you can't conceive Like interactin' with women, on caliber of Janet I sit and master my vision and massacre the planet I hope you nigga's know just what it is When I'm countin' my paper nigga's know I'm handlin' my biz Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' Nigga I'm the shit, get the f**k up out my toilette Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' Nigga I'm the shit, get the f**k up out my toilette From Letras Mania