Lyrics:

Uhhhh, you get what you pay fo`
Ain`t no customer service, because I say so
These ain`t yours my nigga, these here weigh mo`
Hard for the nigga spending the money, that`s who they fo`
And I ain`t even talking bout dope
If they ain`t talking bout money, then I`m talking bout no
Walking fast spaz out, and then I`m walking out slow
Leave a witness, so my enemies can talk about Ro
I don`t need to do a song with nobody, I do my own thang
Y`all getting off at the same exit, I`m in my own lane
I ain`t gotta go get the Crips, I am my own gang
Another 75 thousand, every time the phone rang
Phone never off, it`s always on mayn
Nigga want a hook and a verse, that`s twenty zones mayn
I hope, Young Jeezy don`t mind
Had to make a hook, out of one of his famous punch lines

It`s taking too long to lock up, bring it back
You were short anyway, so bring a stack
Bring a stack, bring a stack, bring a stack, bring a stack
Bring a stack, bring a stack, bring-a bring-a bring a stack
[x2]

It`s taking too long to lock up, bring it back
I`m the father, of these rapping and singing cats
Sound like they moaning, show me where they singing at
They trash, I`m not thinking bout thinking bout taking it back
Drankin` & Drivin` and Legendary, they banging that
I go hard if not harder, than all these other famous acts
Ro that ain`t english he speaking, but that`s they favorite track
No wonder our kids go crazy, they be everyday with that
But if you need that real shit, I can hook it up
You thought my cd like it was a bag of coke, and shook it up
You should see me in the kitchen, when I cook it up
I use nothing but real ingredients, I never whoop it up
Last thing I heard, I was the man on these streets
Bitch you gotta pay me ten percent, to stand on these streets
I hope, Young Jeezy don`t mind
Had to make a hook, out of one of his famous punch lines

It`s taking too long to lock up, bring it back
You were short anyway, so bring a stack
Bring a stack, bring a stack, bring a stack, bring a stack
Bring a stack, bring a stack, bring-a bring-a bring a stack
[x2]

Listen, it`s a lot of people stuck on my old shit
Me I`m on that moving right along, I gotta grow shit
20 years later, they still on that broke shit
Me I want the world, and I`m having it homie no shit
Fish scale ass rappers, can`t get our people high
They just want money, they don`t give a fuck if our people die
I know we lazy, I`m just trying to make our people try
They thank God for me, but they look at me with a evil eye
Lord forgive em, for they know not what they do
The haters be like man we don`t be hating, but they do
I do my own thang, I don`t give a fuck what they do
I can`t save em all, I gotta just let em do what they do
I don`t fuck with the police like that, I`m just trying to do some right
So when they pull you over, they won`t murder you tonight
I hope, Young Jeezy don`t mind
Had to make a hook, out of one of his famous punch lines

It`s taking too long to lock up, bring it back
You were short anyway, so bring a stack
Bring a stack, bring a stack, bring a stack, bring a stack
Bring a stack, bring a stack, bring-a bring-a bring a stack
[x2]

Z-Ro, King of the motherfucking Ghetto
Yeah nigga, in there like swim wear without the chin hair
What you worried about what type of tip I`m leaving
For the waitress fo` nigga, get your mind on your money
And get it off of mine, ya dig
Cause I`m in rare form like a bear palm, with a spare arm
One Deep Entertainment, chuuch