200 Pies

I feel wonderful, hahahaha

I feel amazin' n***a, haha

Yeah, oh my ****in' god, n***a

Rich as a b***h right now

Look, uh

Hundred racks in my sweatpants

Did my scorin' in Portland, I'm Bonzi Wells with the headband

Build the next powerhouse record label, that was my next plan

DrumWork like Death Row in the '90s mixed with Def Jam

We the Def Squad, but I shoot solo, I'm Redman

Right hand holdin' the steering wheel, bustin' back with my left hand

I'm still bustin' down the Presidential Rolex band

Everyday, I collect bands, Lambo truck color eggplant

Look, you get fronted a brick, better stack what you made

Stack up and save, made the plug happy that you came back and you paid

If not, you buyin' one and he gon' front you one

Then you turn that two to three or four and watch that money come

Seem like the last three or four years, I been on a money run

New business endeavours, so this year, I'm on another run

How you talkin' crazy on your songs when you don't bust your gun?

N***as runnin' down, checkin' your tats like, "Where the **** you from?"

Like, "N***a, what you claim?"

And I know them Blood homies, they gon' come and let it bang

And I know some Crip homies that's gon' come and do the same

I'm neutral but respected 'cause I been puttin' in pain, n***a

Yeah

Ayo, bro

Ayy, let me see that newspaper

Yeah, hundred racks in my sweatpants

Did my scorin' in Portland, I'm Bonzi Wells with the headband

Build the next powerhouse record label, that was my next plan

DrumWork like Death Row in the '90s mixed with Def Jam

We the Def Squad, but I shoot solo, I'm Redman

Right hand holdin' the steering wheel, bustin' back with my left hand

I'm still bustin' down the Presidential Rolex band

Everyday, I collect bands, Lambo truck color eggplant

I'm sittin' now Indian style, prayin', pistol out

The girl I'm with, I love her so much, I kiss her on the mouth

If I didn't have a job, I guess I'd rob

If I didn't have a brick, I guess I'd try to hit a lick

But if I didn't have a b***h, would that never exist? It didn't happen

Think where you would be if I wasn't trappin'

Think where you would be if I didn't sacrifice and make this s**t happen

Before standin' ovations, gun clappin' (Grrah)

Two hundred pies in the trunk on 285

Valley of death, you'd be surprised if you make it alive

They won't collide when they find out I'm the chief of the tribe

So much dope under my mattress, have to sleep on my side

I'm a money-getter, business leader, vibe-reader

I bear arms like wifebeaters, VVSs, icicles

Her thighs thicker, she gon' ride it like a bicycle

Oh, we gon' come with plenty weed and we gon' buy liquor

See, this that down south, bar for bar

A rest in peace Twin, Fourth Ward Boulevard

I walk around Atlanta and don't have a bodyguard

It makes my wife nervous, it makes me more assertive

It make me more alert, I pray a fan don't get burnt

I pray I use my instincts and everything I learned

I might bust a juug right now and do it for the love

I heard they dropped your new s**t and didn't nobody budge

Toni (Toni)

Hundred racks in my sweatpants

Did my scorin' in Portland, I'm Bonzi Wells with the headband

Build the next powerhouse record label, that was my next plan

DrumWork like Death Row in the '90s mixed with Def Jam

We the Def Squad, but I shoot solo, I'm Redman

Right hand holdin' the steering wheel, bustin' back with my left hand

I'm still bustin' down the Presidential Rolex band

Everyday, I collect bands, Lambo truck color eggplant

N***a