text: One for the money, yes, sir, two for the show
  A couple of years ago, on Headland and Delowe
  Was the start of something good
  Where me and my nigga rode the MARTA through the hood
  Just tryna find that hookup
  Now everyday we looked up at the ceiling 
  Watching ceiling fans go round, tryna catch that feeling
  Off instrumentals, had my pencil, and plus, my paper
  We caught the 86 Lithonia, headed to Decatur
  Writing rhymes, tryna find our spot off in that light
  Light off in that spot, knowing that we could rock
  Doing the hole-in-the-wall clubs, this shit here must stop
  Like Freeze! We making the crowd move
  But we not making no Gs and thats a no-no
  Check it, a-one-two, a-one
  Two dope niggas in the Cadillac, they call us
  Went from Players Ball to ballers
  Putting the South up on the map was like Little Rock to banging
  Niggas say motherfuck that playin, they payin, we stayin, layin vocals
  Locales done made it with them big boys up in this industry
  OutKast, yeah, them niggas, they making big noise
  Over a million sold to this day; niggas, they take it lightly
  96 gon be that year that all yall playa haters can bite me
  Im out this bitch
  Me and you
  Your momma and your cousin, too
  Rolling down the strip on Vogues
  Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors
  Me and you
  Your momma and your cousin, too
  Rolling down the strip on Vogues
  Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors
  Back in the day, when I was younger, hunger
  Looking to fill me belly with that Rallys, bullshit
  Pull shit off, like it was supposed to be pulled
  Full as a tick, I was stoned like them white boys
  Smoking them White Golds before them blunts got crunk
  Chunky asses, passes getting thrown like Hail Marys
  And they looking like Halle Berrys
  So, so fine, intertwined, but we aint sipping wine
  Wes just chilling, Im the rabid villain, and Im so high
  Smoking freely, me, Lil B, Reek, Mone and Shug
  And my little brother James, thangs changed in the hood
  Where I live at, them rats know, Momma, I want to sing
  But, momma, I want to trick, and momma, Im sucking dicks, now
  We moving on up in the world like elevators
  Me and the crew, we pimps like 82
  Me and you like Tony! Toni! Tone!
  Like this, East Point and we gone
  Me and you
  Your momma and your cousin, too
  Rolling down the strip on Vogues
  Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors
  Me and you
  Your momma and your cousin, too
  Rolling down the strip on Vogues
  Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors
  Got stopped at the mall the other day
  Heard a call from the other way that I just came from
  Some nigga was saying something, talking bout smoke something Hey, man, you remember me from school?
  No, not really
  But he kept smiling like a clown, facial expression looking silly
  And he kept asking me, What kinda car you drive?
  I know you paid, I know yall got beaucoup hoes
  From all them songs that yall done made
  And I replied that I had been going through the same things that he had
  True, Ive got more fans than the average man
  But not enough loot to last me to the end of the week
  I live by the beat like you live check-to-check
  If it dont move your feet, then, I dont eat, so we like neck-to-neck
  Yes, we done come a long way like them slim-ass cigarettes
  From Virginia, this aint gon stop, so we just gon continue
  Me and you
  Your momma and your cousin, too
  Rolling down the strip on Vogues
  Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors
  Me and you
  Your momma and your cousin, too
  Rolling down the strip on Vogues
  Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors
  Me and you
  Your momma and your cousin, too
  Rolling down the strip on Vogues
  Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors
  Me and you
  Your momma and your cousin, too
  Rolling down the strip on Vogues
  Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors
  Me and you