[Intro]
(Thank you, cha-ching)
(Angel Heaven Sent, run that back, West)

[Chorus]
I got jewelry on my body, I got voices in my head
I got bitches in the lobby, I got bitches in my bed
I got homies in the pen and I'm still yellin' "free"
My homies gon' spin and put yo' homies on a tee
I got jewelry on my body, I got voices in my head
I got bitches in the lobby, I got bitches in my bed
I got homies in the pen and I'm still yellin' "free"
My homies gon' spin and put yo' homies on a tee

[Verse]
Tiny Locs spin, big certified shooters
Say she on the way with her friends, I'm like, "Super"
Chrome Heart denim, you don't wanna know what it cost
Bounce out in the opps', might smoke a n***a that's just lost
.40 on my hip, I got a house on my body
Don't do what the last n***a did, that's why I dropped him
Addicted to the paper, still findin' money in joints
N***a, I'm with whatever, bet a thousand I hit my point
Switch on this bitch, it gon' be open before he see it
I ain't popped a Perc' and it's fuckin' up how I'm sleepin'
Toca Madera, sixteen hundred for the dinner
Just fell inside a house, no lookin' back, we already in here
Broke n***as always be actin' like they rich
But can't buy no hair or no purses for his bitch
It's like eighty thousand in diamonds on my white tee
I been rockin' Rick every day like it's Nike
[Chorus]
I got jewelry on my body, I got voices in my head
I got bitches in the lobby, I got bitches in my bed
I got homies in the pen and I'm still yellin' "free"
My homies gon' spin and put yo' homies on a tee
I got jewelry on my body, I got voices in my head
I got bitches in the lobby, I got bitches in my bed
I got homies in the pen and I'm still yellin' "free"
My homies gon' spin and put yo' homies on a tee