Here we go, welcome to my world nigga

Of Cadillac's and stacks

Triple X throwbacks with my name on the back

Uh, I know you see us You wanna be us

With Jam Master Jay on my Adidas

Plus I ride around in two-seata's

I hope it's cold 'cause I'm comin' wit my heata I'm on the Fleeta, doin' 150

Can't you tell by my cut why I'm pimpin'

And if I hit one time, she's limpin'

And if he trick one dime, he's simpin' 'Cause we don't do it like that over here

All we do is grip grain on the stair

Like Killer Mike all I do is dream about ***

But when I wake up, I have a dream about a check And after that I burn rubber

When I jump in my Vette'

Yet his hoes raise up

But it ain't come out yet, I'm speed racin' On 20's, on 20's

Wheel's spinnin', wheels spinnin'

These hoes grinnin'

I pulled up with the top off On 20's, on 20's

Wheel's spinnin', wheels spinnin'

These hoes grinnin'

Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop off I got a need for speed, get in da truck wit me

Or we can start in the Bentley doin' a buck fifty

I'm so gangsta, chickenheads don't wanna *** wit me

But you can love me or hate me, baby, you're stuck wit me And I'm a fluff till the police come and get me

We run *** city, you can't do nothin' wit me

It's young red ya'll, I'm rollin' somethin' sticky

You see them 20's, believe they worth three a penny And I ain't really got nuthin' to lose

So announce on 22's, start spreadin' the news

Let's speed it up a little, hoes love to choose

Soon as they spot the drop, man, it gotta be the shoes The fast lane is where a nigga live e'er night

Look for the grain, stay away from the red light

Them old folks hear me creepin' up the street

'Cause they know I got them, I got them woofers in my jeep, nigga On 20's, on 20's

Wheel's spinnin', wheels spinnin'

These hoes grinnin'

I pulled up with the top off On 20's, on 20's

Wheel's spinnin', wheels spinnin'

These hoes grinnin'

Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop off On 20's, on 20's

Wheel's spinnin', wheels spinnin'

These hoes grinnin'

We never lose sleep, lemme On 20's, on 20's

Wheel's spinnin', wheels spinnin'

These hoes grinnin'

You can't even breath in it Say, there go the laws, man

Where, where

They gettin' behind us right now

Stop lyin' man, you lyin'

Don't worry about it, we in a Lamborghini, man, I'm gone I got a Lambo, I got a drop jag

Plus I got a Harley bike, nigga top that

Now e'erbody be like where you shop at

And they be askin' dumb *** like where you got that That's when I look back and say I'm a superstar

And if it cost a hundred grand it's a super car

I'm still ballin', 20 still crawlin'

Like retarded kids, my DVD's stallin' Lakers still callin' but we already signed

We about to be legends like Morris Day & the Time

When Paul gave me a call, man I had to do it

I gotta rep where I'm from so I had to screw it, uh I'm from the home of the Houston Texans

The only horse we ride is in our Lexus

Nowadays, everybody wanna chop on blades

But we been doin' that, so ya'll better behave On 20's, on 20's

Wheel's spinnin', wheels spinnin'

These hoes grinnin'

I pulled up with the top off On 20's, on 20's

Wheel's spinnin', wheels spinnin'

These hoes grinnin'

Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop off On 20's, on 20's

Wheel's spinnin', wheels spinnin'

These hoes grinnin'

We never lose sleep, lemme On 20's, on 20's

Wheel's spinnin', wheels spinnin'

These hoes grinnin'

You can't even breath in it