[Intro: Jamie Foxx]
Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
Uh

[Chorus]
When they ask me how I get that, point to sky, thank the man
Gods timing, I can't question him, don't raise my hand
She be on her knees so much; why can't she understand
Not to toot your horn, yeah, like the ambulance
I hear sirens in the ice cream truck, I'm from the hood, yes ma'am
Yeah I'm from the southside; they might be at the end
You ain't from my side; wait, you ain't 50 Cent
I got guap, I got ties, yeah them knots come in hand

[Verse 1]
I got soss by the can, got the bag like a Jansport
Watch me, smoke on Runtz through the airport
Colored money, yeah like props on the damn floor
Man they ran up in your shit, they don't respect you no more
N***a you a joke man, you just like Souljaboy
Real ice, It's not foil, from the dirt, yeah we from the soil
When I was a little boy, yeah, I just wanted more
When I was a little boy, yeah, I didn't want to be poor

[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I get the cake and eat it up, It feel like It's my birthday
They be talking shit too much, we take trash on Thursday
Remember my mom used to pick me up, I gotta leave school early
Remember my dawg used to pick me up, we was skipping school early
Smoking weed in my backyard
Momma come, ima' trackstar
We gon' dip like NASCAR
Stacking my paper, my memoir
Smoking this purple like gengar
Money real long, it get you far
Bitch I'm your wish, like a shooting star
Send her over; she slipping hard
Bitch I'm dope, like I whip it hard
Can't find me, in a different car
I'm on the green, I'm won't reptar
I pull them strings like guitar
Look at my ring, next to Mars
We had Venus, Serena dreams
Had to get them racks, you see
Ginuwine is in my genes
Spent a thousand on my jeans
Your life savings on some threads
[?] proud but she [?]
I ain't worried about a dollar, since I don't worship bread
That's why everybody follow me, cause Ima get ahead
[Chorus]
When they ask me how I get that, point to sky, thank the man
God's timing, I can't question him, don't raise my hand
She be on her knees so much; why can't she understand
Not to toot your horn, yeah, like the ambulance
I hear sirens in the ice cream truck, I'm from the hood, yes ma'am
Yeah I'm from the southside; they might be at the end
You ain't from my side; wait, you ain't 50 Cent
I got guap, I got ties, yeah them knots come in hand