[Intro: DJ Kay Slay]
Ladies and gentlemen
Versatility at its finest
DJ Kay Slay the drama king
The big brother

[Verse 1: E-40]
[?] tires, D boy attire
415's, Brutus amplifier
Speakers in the grill, pistol in the dash
Smoking on some ill with a super bad
From the ghetto where they love to squeeze the metal
Booty jiggle like jello, brown with freckles
Attractive, active, ratchet
Classy and ratchet, guess you could say she clatchet
All the ballers wanna hit her, she it
[?] put together, she thick
She got her AA, she a nurse
Spent her tax return on a purse
In the club on Saturday, Sunday she in church
Singing in the choir, smelling like heem and perc
She like n***as that do dirty and n***as that work in collared shirts
She like n***as that thug and n***as that square as a rug

[Chorus: Troy Ave]
Thousand dollar shoes with the carpet under them (Uh-huh)
We just fuckin', I'm [?] (You know)
I'm a young player, you can look at my face
I'm a gun spray ya if you [?] waist
It goes boom bap, fuck that
Get money, let it stack
Everyday I floss, everyday I floss
I done paid the cost, now I'm just a boss
[Verse 2: 3D Na’Tee]
You're now listening to the realest
Comin' out the [?] was a dealer like Phillis
I was moving soda, nowadays I'm moving lyrics
Feeling like Oprah, made a fortune off a snippet
Was in and out the district
Few priors, no Richard, my hustle grand like Clifford
Wrist cold as a blizzard, in the hood, no grand wizard
[?] you hating, I'm getting richer
Getting top from your n***a, now he want you out the picture
Bitch, I'm good, G.O.O.D. like Kanye
Keep a n***a on bended knees, no [?]
While you're tryna find bae, that I'm out in Bombay
Sittin' in his face and send him back to his fiance
Bitch, I am N-A-apostrophe
T-double-E, got your main n***a watchin' me
I'm where you wanna be but you know my philosophy
I don't need to speak if he ain't signing over property
He soundin' like a [?] bitch

[Chorus: Troy Ave]
Thousand dollar shoes with the carpet under them (Uh-huh)
We just fuckin', I'm [?] (You know)
I'm a young player, you can look at my face
I'm a gun spray ya if you [?] waist
It goes boom bap, fuck that
Get money, let it stack
Everyday I floss, everyday I floss
I done paid the cost, now I'm just a boss
[Verse 3: Troy Ave]
You ain't getting money, that's the [?]
I got a red Porshe, and the truck is [?]
'Bout to buy a Rari, that's my other toy
All they wanna do is fuck the boy
And we don't fuck in the back
Nine times out of ten I just get head
They like bad boys with a good piece of bread
Sold a lotta birds and eluded the feds
Statutory of limitations
Statue [?] marble in the shower where I'm bathing
Same thing on the vanity I wash my face in
Looking in the mirror, real n***a that I'm facin'
And I'm rich and I'm ballin', and I got a Glock 40
And I'm feeling myself, might rap like E-40
I'm a self-made independent n***a, big heart on my chest
When I come through your city, you show love and respect

[Chorus: Troy Ave]
Thousand dollar shoes with the carpet under them (Uh-huh)
We just fuckin', I'm [?] (You know)
I'm a young player, you can look at my face
I'm a gun spray ya if you [?] waist
It goes boom bap, fuck that
Get money, let it stack
Everyday I floss, everyday I floss
I done paid the cost, now I'm just a boss