First thing, first thing, first I'm the one they call Clone from the mother f*cking War town/ If ya bitch real thick with it and she trying to get explicit we can kick it like fourth down/ niggas just jumping off the porch now, me and mines been off the patio/ back when you had to let ya daddy know, I was making plays in the caddy hoe/ Now a days all kind of drip all this ice on me I'm lit/ ya baby mama think I'm the shit true and guess who she don't f*ck wit you/ you really got to feel these feelings, yeah we work hard but we still be chilling/ my lil bro boss on the real be killing that nigga bought a whip while he was in prison, (on gawd)
Hook:
Hustle all day I don't need no job/ work all day like I got three or four jobs/ I see you working real hard trying to keep yo job/ but bitch I'm a boss I don't need no job/
2nd verse:
It's a good day I just re'd up and I just put a couple G's up/ and I'm bout to roll a couple G's up probably hit a few of my peeps up/ hell yeah we be getting geeked up, nah I ain't talking bout no cheap stuff/ you can hit em up if you need stuff, what they all got try to keep up/ One got a crack and a rock head/ the other got a meth and a pot head/ my brother got a bitch she a block head/ told the gang head over and they got head/got a lot of bread on top of bread/ watchin out for snakes yeah the copper heads/ but niggas like me never rattled, f*ck I look like worried bout a battle/
Hook (repeated)