Lyrics:

You better run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run

You been known for fuckin' it up, ha
Them badass 20s on your truck, ha
Cost seven an' up, ha
You tryin' to stay from out that place, ha
Make sure you got your money straight, ha
Before it's too late ha

You want your Momma livin' good, ha
Move your children out the hood, ha
To up in the woods, ha
Baby, four seventy off the hook, ha
Manny Fresh has possession
Supposed to be up in the book, ha

Juvenile got them looks, ha
But you too scared to fuck with him
'Cause he be runnin' with them crooks, ha
I'm the one, ha
Stick a fork in that nigga because he done, ha
For flippin' the tongue, ha

You got a probation hole, ha
You got money for bail so now you ready to roll, ha
You 'bout to buy you a car, ha
A ninety-nine, ha
One that look somethin' like mine, ha

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin 'out of somethin'
You handle your biz an' don't be cryin' an' be sufferin'

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin 'out of somethin'
You handle your biz an' don't be cryin' an' be sufferin'

We got this thing locked, ha
Cash Money can't be stopped ha
Them Hot Boys too hot, ha
An' you like my Rolex watch, ha
An' the way I hit the block ha
In camouflage with glocks, ha

An' you like it when we stunt, ha
Smokin' blunts, ha
You be lovin' them gold fronts, ha
We millionaires, ha
Not far from billionaires, ha
Got different broads everywhere, ha

You heard 'bout Lil' Wayne
H O T B O Y, ha
Shorty with the braids for Cash Money gon' pop, ha
I burn, ha, the hammer sits, ha
Here come the blitz, ha, a remix, ha

They from the Nolia, I'm from the Grove, ha
An' you can catch me with Tolie an' Mario, ha
I represent the 2, 2-6, ha
It's guaranteed to be foolish, ha

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin 'out of somethin'
You handle your biz an' don't be cryin' an' be sufferin'

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin 'out of somethin'
You handle your biz an' don't be cryin' an' be sufferin'

You niggaz know I'm 'bout my biz, ha
You niggaz scared for me to be
In the presence of your bitch, ha
You know I would raw dick her, ha
Take naked pictures, ha
Then call up my clique an' straight flip her ha

You know my click number one stunters, ha
You know we 'bout it, flexin' Lexes
Benzes an' Hummers, ha
You know you fuck with me, you're dead, ha
But don't lie, I fucked your baby momma
An' you feel played, ha

You know that jail house is somethin', ha
Bitch niggaz buckin' but when it go down
They run to the button, ha
You know the B.G. ain't right, ha
You love you hoe but she don't wanna get it right
An' keep it right, ha

It's goin' down in '99, ha
You know fo' sho' that it Cash Money time to shine, ha
You know I play the game raw, ha
You know, you slip up
I'ma take this beef shit too far, ha

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin 'out of somethin'
You handle your biz an' don't be cryin' an' be sufferin'

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin 'out of somethin'
You handle your biz an' don't be cryin' an' be sufferin'

Let's say you're at a DJ an' them boys pullin' guns
You better run for it, run for it, run
You in the Magnolia an' my people pullin' guns
You better run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run

We'll grab the Mac 11 when we march, nigga, step
Fuck with CMR, we gon' march, nigga, step
Play with Manny Fresh, we gon' march, nigga, step
Play with my nigga, Baby, we gon' march, nigga, step