Rude Bwoy

I'm H-O-double F, what them checks mean I'ma be rich to the death, keep 'em fresh Even if I leave the town, Sez and Bling keep the steps clean I can pull out the Tony Hawk keep it extreme I'm holing on to trophies, sorry to the next team Make sure you keep your visor on cause the chain gleam Me, Neesha, Sez, B, and Bling, we the gang green Ain't we coming through your mall here to stay clean Over hundred dollars for the Guess jeans, pack 'em up Give me 40 acres in the mezzanine, wrap it up Royalty's the label and the city, yeah, we patent up Make money by any means, homie can trap with us Shoot niggas, laugh it up Y'all don't really want a war Rain cloud on your career and here, I'm the thunderstorm I don't even got to front at all Royalty's the label and the city If you think not, look for Hoff