text: One for the money yes uhh two for the show
  A couple of years ago on Headland and Delowe
  Was the start of somethin good
  Where me and my nigga rodes the MARTA, through the hood
  Just tryin ta find that hookup
  Now everyday we look up at the ceiling
  Watchin ceiling fans go around tryin ta catch that feelin
  Off instrumentals, had my pencil and plus my paper
  We caught the 86 Lithonia headed to Decatur
  Writing rhymes tryin ta find our spot off in that light
  Light off in that spot, known that we could rock
  Doin the hole in the wall clubs, this shit here must stop
  Like freeze, we makin the crowd move but we not makin no Gs
  And thats a no no
  Yeah, uhh, check it
  Ahh one two, ahh one two doe, niggas
  In the Cadillac they call us went from Players Ball to ballers
  Puttin the South up on the map was like Little Rock to bangin
  Niggas say motherfuck that playin, they payin
  We stay in layin vo-cals, locals done made it with them big boys
  Up in dis industry, Outkast yea dem niggas they makin big noise
  Over a million sold to this day, niggas they take it lightly
  Ninety-six gon be that year that all yall playa haters can bite me
  ...around this bitch
  Me and you, your momma and your cousin too
  Rollin down the strip on vogues
  Comin up slammin Cadillac doors
  Me and you, your momma and your cousin too
  Rollin down the strip on vogues
  Comin up slammin Cadillac doors
  Back in the day when I was younger, hunger
  Lookin 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 white boys
  Smokin them white golds before them blunts got krunk, chunky asses
  Passes gettin thrown like Hail Marys and they lookin like Halle Berry
  So so fine, intertwined, but we aint sippin wine
  Wes just chillin, Im the rabid villain, and Im so high
  Smokin freely, me Lil B, Greet, Mon and Shug
  And my little brother James, thangs changed in the hood
  Where I live at, them rats know, mama I want to sing but
  Mama I want to trick, and mama Im suckin dicks, now
  We movin on up in da world like elevators
  Me and the crew we pimps like eighty-two
  Me and you like Tony Toni Tone
  Like this Eastpointe and we gone
  Me and you, your momma and your cousin too
  Rollin down the strip on vogues
  Comin up slammin Cadillac doors
  Me and you, your momma and your cousin too
  Rollin down the strip on vogues
  Comin up slammin 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 sayin somethin
  Talkin bout Hey man, you remember me from school? smoke some
  Naw not really but he kept smilin like a clown
  Facial expression lookin silly
  And he kept askin me, what kind of car you drive, I know you paid
  I know yall got beaucoup of hoes from all them songs that yall done made
  And I replied that I had been goin through tha same thing that he had
  True I 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 you dont move yo 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 gonna continue
  Me and you, your momma and your cousin too
  Rollin down the strip on vogues
  Comin up slammin Cadillac doors
  Me and you, your momma and your cousin too
  Rollin down the strip on vogues
  Comin up slammin Cadillac doors