C.M.L.
Heavyweight Hank
[Verse]
Quarter million all blues
I'm the motherfucking dude (yuh)
I talk to bitches rude
Put your n***a on the news (facts)
Running up this motherfucking check, I can't lose (uh uh)
Reach for my motherfucking neck and get abused (blaow)
Versace on my shoes (yuh)
Versace on my jacket (what else)
I don't want that bitch that you fucking, she a faggot (faggot)
I got a million dollars, if you take it you can have it (n***a)
I'm playing with this money, n***as think I got magic (hahahaha)
A 100 for the charm (bling)
50 on my arm (bling)
Me and Tony Rome doing donuts in the foreign (rrrrt)
We headed to the top, that's the only place we going (dead homies)
White hoes in the back, looking like it's snowing (yuh)
Jealous ass n***as hating on me 'cause I'm glowing (yuh)
Run up on this Benz, bet this fully get to blowing (blaow blaow blaow)
These rappers talking money, I'm the only n***a showing (facts)
Leaning like a cholo, all these 4s I be pouring (uh uh)
I came home balling, got the oppositions mad (sucka)
Yo mama on my dick, but I should of been your dad (that part)
My bitch was in the mall, I told her put it on my tab
You could buy the whole store, I ain't looking at the tag (bitch)
I bought the bitch a Jag, and my other bitch a Range (rrt)
I'm richer than a motherfucker, money ain't a thang (uh uh)
All these n***as in my city pimping, I'm to blame (facts)
My hoes turned up, me and yo n***a not the same (never)
Put some respect up on my name 'cause I can see these n***as' hate (yuh)
Tell CSI to come and grab these shell cases (hahahaha)
Everything new, I'm the latest and the greatest
I ain't tripping off a bitch, all I hang around is playas (pimp)
All up in Stockton with my 209 bitch (Stockton)
She love CML, I'm who she wanna shine with
I taught her everythang that's my young fine bitch
She ain't looking at these n***as like she on some blind shit (dead homies)
Me and Dame Dollaz in the newest Hellcat (rrt)
Souped up Charger, we just riding back to back (rrt)
A n***a rob me, knock his scalp out his hat (blaow)
I'm a Iraq n***a, in the south where it's at (30 Gang)
My dreadlocks gold
My money don't fold (uh uh)
I just put Rolexes on all of my hoes (dead homies)
I got so much bread it's starting to grow more
We them Bank'd Up boys, we taking over the globe (what else?)