Songtexte: Cellski. Chef Boy Cellski: Culinary Arts Institution. I Said.

[Verse 1:]
Lemme tell a story, how it all begun
How I was a boy getin money on that two hund.
Posted on the block with rocks in a tennis ball
When I was young, they knew the boy would ball
Turf nigga, runnin up on every car
Rocks in my mouth cause I'm a rockstar
The crack epidemic, took alot of souls
Made alot of money turned out alot of hoes
Gettin dough, that's what I'm known fo
Stacked alot of paper, sold alot of blow
My trap's movin fast ya'lls movin hella slow
That's that block that sell the dope

[Chorus:]
I said yeah, my niggas getin dough right here
Right in the trap over the stove right here
I said, my niggas sellin coke right here
Right in the trap over the stoe right here, I said

[Verse 2:]
Keep a thang on me cause niggas done changed on me
Niggas bangin out throwin up them flames on me
I'm from a city where niggas die erryday
It's negatory not to ride around with a k
Focused on my money, and takin care or business
I'm tryna cop some chickens, and send a couple bitches
Keep them thangs with them hollows with them chrome tips
Try to touch me watch the boy get his dome split
Had to murk the boy cause he had my home hit
Can't trust nobody not even my own bitch
Moved on up now I got my own shit
50 goons around me makin sure we don't slip
I'm a real nigga, and you's a fuckboy
Stuff him in the trunk, call him a trunkboy
Y'all niggas really don't want no funk boy
Ya'll niggas don't want it with them 'sco boys
I'm a have ya momma, ya baby momma hit
Ya'll them niggas that started with that drama shit
So I'm a take it to a whole 'nother level bitch
So I'm a have to play the devil's advocate
So I'm stuck in the trap like I'm mackin it
I got 5 p's & a k in the cabinet
Plus I'm gettin money out of my Atlanta bitch
She flyin in & out movin alot of bricks
Chipped up like a vegas poker tournament
Look at my piece, it looks like an ornament
The more I hustle, the more I wanna ge
Get rich or di just like the boy 50 said

[Chorus: till song fades]