Switch Styles Reloaded

Ha Switch Styles I'm the boss of the ballers My business is to go get it You getting money in the city, I make yo business my business I got heat on the doe I call it Dennis the Menace You goin get greet with a smile, and get send straight to the dentist Put them coats on the candy I call it quenchin the thirst Pop my car in your driveway, you'll think I send ya desert Think I cooked up some fruit the way the orange is burnt I'm talking bout my Excursion my rims done already turnt That means I got miles on it just call me when y'all want it I turn on that Navigation then enter in my opponent Sound like that old Koopa, but look how that boy thrown it That mean it already throwed if you see that I'm on it Look at the lot I own it, and under that I bury ya Got a coffin delivery let me call my carrier And I ain't even heard of ya, my paper is thirtier A living room looking striaght outta Gallery Furniture I will murder a murderer I don't worry with worriers I get further and further ya plus my whip look perverted, huh Top taking off with that naked lady inserted her Sexy frame on the fender, try'na get my doe like a burglar Believe that I hurt you, you know the Beamer is purple The TV screens in the Beamer goin hit the scene like it's Urkel You gots to keep on falling but I'm a keep on ballin' The groupies like bill collectors cause they just keep on calling With all these car-loving woman I feel like 007 Can they just throw your car, shut the F up and go get em I leave em stiff as a denim, I decorate em fasho I'm a leave em stiff as a doe, and lay em out like a flo Switch Styles I pull up on em with the rag top leaning Hit that button on the dash until it close (till it close) The laws try'na pull my candy thang over But my pistol hitting somewhere by the flow (by the flow) Oh, I'm getting that money and you know it And I'll probably go and blow it on some jewels (on some jewels) And you know this is true but'cha got me confused I won't go broke I'm nothing like you Switch Styles Ay, stop talking bout what you finna do You goin get the doe then go get the doe I'm a ball all the way till I'm fifty-fo And spend all my doe on gettin mo Cause I'm way cooler than you dudes And I'm way smoother than you fools Yes the paint, then yes the shoes I got a new whip I call it Blue's Clues I'm the baddest rapper in the southern region Been the hardest rapper out the forty-fo You don't wanna be the one to go toe-to-toe Cause I slow ya roll and you know it bro Combo and I brought some doe You already know I don't converse And if a hater try'na take my doe Then I'll break his face with my Converse Talk last and then bomb first Like Makaveli I'm having Fetti Money power and fame cool but you get em all and you out a deli Don't ever beg I feel that is petty I don't wear J's I leave that to Nelly You ain't even talk trash yet But I'll raise your mind and I'm mad already