Lyrics:

Ay-yo, life's good, cashmere sweaters in the rover
Pull up at the club, getting love, pull em over
Jump out the luxury stroller for ballers
We sit, burn money all day, blow and roll up
Fine broads around, that's fly, that's a low ball
Paper settlin' its real for my gold club come up
You ain't even know nothing, last week all on the street
Yelling 'Let me hold something!'
Now shorty throw your booty up
Niggas with cash
Keep it above, we and Louis leather stuff
Sit back, blasted, do me something
When it comes to you, me and this rap shit
I'm quick to(Petulia??)
My style, my fly, my weather
Yeah I drive high plus fly
You a devil, you endeavor
Mean days in Ciroc with the kettle
Throwing cream at shorty's, love it, he a rebel
Watch the soundboy, he 'gon kill it
(To every ghetto that's far, we here.)
Yeah, watch the soundboy, he 'guan kill it
(I seen so many scars from it)
Yeah
No, we can't turn back the rain
Now we gotta find another way
Cause we grind it, burn it, street life's
Got me caught up can't you...
Can't you see it's 'bout to blow?
Can't you see it's bout to blo-o-o-o-o-ow?
Raekwon, kill it!
Ay-yo, wagwan, you know what it is!
Assassin, soundboy gangsta, let's go!
Reminisce about (?) like a ziplock (Blaow! Blaow!)
Murder soundboy, kill the disc-jock (Blaow! Blaow!)
He a baller (?) six-pack (Blaow! Blaow!)
Cyphers on me like rick-rock (Blaow! Blaow!)
(I kind of lost it after that.)
Watch the soundboy, he 'gon kill it
(To every ghetto that's far, we here.)
Yeah, watch the soundboy, he 'guan kill it
(I seen so many scars from it)
Yeah
No, we can't turn back the rain
Now we gotta find another way
Cause we grind it, burn it, street life's
Got me caught up can't you...
Can't you see it's 'bout to blow?
Can't you see it's bout to blo-o-o-o-o-ow?
Raekwon, kill it!
It's real, man
The Chef, Assassin, Melanie Fiona
Word up all my soundboy killers
The DJs, (?), word up man
100 cases of fuckin' Guinness
Nigga you know how we win this
Song feels so real 'til I finish this shit
Aah!