M -m -money all the way
Yeah
That's what it's all about
It's still money, baby
This what I love, my niggas, we love to eat
Still on top, cut me right in the street
And we the monsters,
You hit this one right off
the head of the nail, baby
We can't nobody do it my way
We some black gangsta
We some fly gangsta,
We some fly gangsta,
We some fly gangsta,
We fly gangsta, some fly gangsta,
We some gangsta, some fly gangsta,
We some fly gangsta, fly gangsta,
We some We
We some fly gangsta,
We some fly gangsta, We
We some
We some fly some fly gangsta,
gangsta, fly gangsta,
We some some fly gangsta,
We some fly gangsta,
My brother, my father,
my uncles got paid in it
It was my choice if I stayed in it
The life is like two strikes
and a knife in it
We're two outs,
but my team the ones winning
We the ones pitching,
and we ain't missing
26 inch rims, the Pirelli spinning
The money piling, the hood smiling
We bringing back the feeling
Like the Harlem Renaissance,
man, we about to be amongst millions
I got chills in my bones like
When Jeff Ford discovered the black stones
A young Richard Porter, but a little more smaller Lucas in his prime,
the best of my time
But nigga, we gotta eat
Still on time,
come and grindin' in the street
And we the monsters that
the world wanna be
But can't nobody do it like we
We some fly gangstas
We some fly gang stas
We some fly gangstas
We some fly gangstas
We some fly gangsta,
we some fly gangsta
We some fly gangsta, we some fly gangsta
You dig, you dig, you dig
Yeah, this the anthem,
I can see the video
Rollin' through the city,
backseat of the Fanta
Rolls Royce rented,
smoke gray tinted
Men like four video, how's up in it?
The best that ever did it,
the game is mine
They can take away the money
but can't take our shine
We ain't leavin' for a while,
we gon' take our time
Loosen up my tie,
relax my mind
Reflect on my past, reenact my grind
Forty -five on the waistline,
sittin' in the Lazy Boy
Around the Reagan era,
yes, I'm an 80's boy
Fresh to death till I take my last breath
One more run before I take
my last step
That'll be the one to take
me on that long stretch
Yeah, I guess,
but I insist I'm the best
A lot of real niggas died,
I'm one of the few that's left
Well, look, my nigga, we gotta eat
Spend a lot of time coming,
grinding in the street
And we the monsters that
the world wanna be
But can't nobody do it like we
We some fly gangstas
We it, we some fly gangstas
We it, we some fly gangstas
We it, we some fly gangstas
Oh, we some fly gangstas
We it, we some fly gangstas
We it, we some fly gangstas
We some fly gangsta,
you dig, you dig, you dig
They try to take away my pastime
But see, I'ma boil out to my last dime
The fruits of my labor
Oh, what a feeling to laugh at my haters
Oh, what a feeling,
we made it, we in the majors
Made it out the hood,
but the hood is what made us
The gangsters, the players, the hustlers,
the bosses, the greatest
We here till we laid in the closet
But look, my nigga, we gotta eat
It's been a long time comin'
grindin' in the streets
And we the monsters that
the world wanna be
But can't nobody do it like we
We some fly gangstas
We some fly gangstas
We some fly gangstas
We some fly gangstas
We some fly gangstas
We some fly gangstas
We some fly gangstas
We some black gangsta
You dig, you dig, you dig
Oh
Big Rich 
