2004 Lyrics

White boy white diamonds but these pockets fulla green

Yeah my jeans designer but these pockets fulla green

Ooh she think that she my wife but must've ditched the ring

Don't stand too close to me you need some listerine

She gotta good man, but shorty take me for granted

Why would I go ghost?

I mean I already own a phantom

I don't do these antics

I just make these anthems

All my cops is rare

My clothes they ain't random

Driving off, skrrt in a pink Ferrari

I go on these trips with big suitcases

Vince Lombardi

Ima big Packer stepping dapper right up in the party

And I'm on the case with my bro feel like Joe Hardy

And I keep it frank

Kaleidoscope we going places

We going places

That's what shorty said to my face

Look I got no time for FaceTime

I'll catch you in person

Baby you was wearing Crocs

Now you holding a Birkin, you're welcome

White boy white diamonds but these pockets fulla green

Yeah my jeans designer but these pockets fulla green

Ooh she think that she my wife but must've ditched the ring

Don't stand too close to me you need some listerine