We're ready made n***as
All about our paper
We want that scrilla, scratch, paper, cheddar, cheese

(Spice 1)
It's bossalini, fetty chico, the n***a that'll split your phillie
And roll your ass up like a sack of coke and smoke ya
Fuck ya, never loved ya, know your ass for years and still smug you
I see you with your bitch on the streets, I'm still bustin ya
Buck-A-buck-A, blow off your dome and disappear
Have your wife waken up at the middle, didn't even know I was here
Stick-n-move, that's the code of a killer, thug n***a
Got us livin the lifes behind 45.s and pullin triggers
Chrome trucks and diamond links, hella bitches and hella drinks
N***as flashin they player pieces, hollerin Crystal in a sec
Ain't no tennis shoe playa, roll with thugs
I'm corleonin' with them thuggstas, Crips and players and Bloods
It's goin' down

(Chorus)
We're ready made n***as on another page
All about our paper ain't a damn thing changed
We want that scrilla, scratch, cheddar, cheese
Still G's to the game it don't change

(Black C)
I got a bunch of jealous n***as, it ain't mad at me
They want to grab they n***as Nine and blast at me
You're livin on your own gun, n***a now how can that be?
That you're a bangin-ass n***a that can't even bring the heat
See I'm a own man, cock my own Nine, make my own cash
Drive my own car, by my old path, smoke my own grass
And it's like that while you bitch n***as is fakin
On the block sellin them dubs but at the club perpetrating
Like you's a big baller, we fuck with G's and thugs
O.G. shot caller, up in the pen with love
So fuck the bullshit, you n***as wanna pull dick up on a dick bitch
But love to pump your gums about who fuckin with black chris
That's why I keep my eyes open and stay focused
Cause I'm the n***a you love to hate plus I'm the dopest
Still tryin to cope with our trials and tribulations
While you bitch n***as hatin, my homies are paper chasin and it's on
(chorus)

(Que)
Got no love for the n***as that's don't understandin
I'm a real n***a, on the level of a made man, peep my steel loc'
I lace you with the (?)
I want my seven figure digits on my desk when I'm finished
I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, I'm a killa cali thug n***a on the rise
It's suicide, do or die, catch me if you're ready to die
See the days where I make the mail to rest, make moves like playin chess
(?) leave you n***as in the dust
We're makin big moves, doin big things
I'm amused to n***as hate that shit, ain't gon never fuckin change
N***as peep they foe when it's on and poppin
You can catch me in the end on the highway smobbin
We roll benzos, beamers and lexus
Have you n***as on another page stressin
Don't hate me, hate the game n***a
I'm all about my cheddar cheese, rollin with these real G's n***a

(chorus)

Scrilla, scratch, cheddar, cheese
We're ready made n***as
All about our paper
Spice 1, black C, Mr.Que
Ready made n***as
We're 'bout it, 'bout it