still ridin' dirty

, pimpin' hoes slammin' cadillac doors, shawty understand this is how we roll, parkin lot pimpin' on fo's, va to h town yeah you already know, choppin' on blades so amazing, look at them boys teeth thats crazy, the lean in the weed got us lazy, yellow boppers is boppin' but you already know, straight out the south with my nuts in my hand, its the swisha house the third coast the state of texas thats my land, whos the man thats in demand, its paul wall baby yeah thats me, i put it down on that gulf bank but now i reside on that south beach, and im hustlin on the grind 72, hours straight, no time to eat or sleep im slangin' licks and that just won't wait, im campaignin for a new benz, on the rims with bubble lenz, im stackin' every dollar i see 100s 50s 20s and 10s, doors open doors close never sweat hoes playas get yo's, hustle and flow cars clothes thats the playa like that i know, roll the dank up where the dro?, pour the drank up where the fo's, stackin money all on the low and we still ridin dirty, got a drop top on them rollerskates, candy jolly rancher paint, enjoyin the spoils of hard work and grind more tryin to get bank, i dont know what them boys thinkin my motivation is benjamin franklin, im tryin to maintain this wealth that i been calculatin, gettin money thats all i know, on my toes never off my note, woodgrain and hundred spokes i wave the trunk just like a pro, i grind its off to work i go i hustle hard its no stop, and if i flop i switch to hustle, i learned the game then set up shop, im strivin' to make it to the top, its all or nothin no turnin back, im with them boys out on the block, accumulating them paper stacks, im makin money this where its at, whatever it takes crack or jack, in love with my money and thats a fact, and we still ridin' dirty, right now we got the 5th wheel reclinin, trunk popped up screens fallin from the sky, candy paint sprayed by eddie and im ridin on that glassy chrome, all courtesy of my hustle game, real hustlin's in my blood line, i dont complain or whine, i just get on my grind puttin in work overtime, i learned over time any hustle or any grind whatever it takes to make a dime i keep that paper on my mind, i was born blind but now i see that road to riches, its a long road full of hurdles potholes and ditches, norv freeman taught me keep it movin when you take a loss, and chad butler taught me keep it trill at all costs, i peep game from the best and since then i been playin chess, i put in work with no rest, to get that paper thats my quest, im on the slow grind towards success, one of the best 'cause i keep it fresh, im one hundred isnt nothin less, and im still ridin' dirty,