Song Lyrics

Yes

Nigga, the slump is over, we winnin' again
Bring some money out, homey, we spendin' again
Wipe the frown off, shorty, we grinnin' again
Did he say again? Yes, we winnin' again
Nigga, the slump is over, we winnin' again
Bring some money out, homey, we spendin' again
Wipe the frown off, shorty, we grinnin' again
Did he say again? Yes, we winnin' again

I'm ridin' through the metropolitan, everybody hollerin'
Me - I'm just acknowledgin', with this million dollar grin
Shine like a halogen, cool as the island wind
I don't judge myself; but if I do, I'd give my style a ten
Met a chick who belong on front of Cosmopolitan
Thick in the right place, otherwise she model thin
She don't do no swallowin', but she got a wilder friend
Who don't give a f*ck; I told both of them to follow then
I'm with the familiar; you might be familiar
With a few faces, but they still a non-milli-a
They be like the Young Guns, so I guess I'm Billy, bruh
I do more than William Bryant; I'm a little Willie-er
Change a little chillier, wrist a little sillier
And I'm grown, so I'm not really the kid at all
But I hope you get it, y'all; I can't say I did it all
But believe that 'fore I leave it I'm a try to get it all
What I don't get at all is what these critics call
Stuntin', don't mean nothin'; they don't live it like they read it, y'all
It ain't the car; it's the way it's kitted, y'all
Meanin' it's the little things, like the way my fitted fall
The way my posture lean, the way my necklace hang
You should respect this gang; if not, expect this bang
But all this reckless slang, it don't effect us, man
They build you up to break you down; it's just like Tetris, man
That's why I sex Ms. Thang, and let the next miss hang
And even if I wake up late, I do the breakfast thang
That's an important meal; I'm used to important deals
Jay brought me to Def Jam, feel like it's a Jordan deal
I'm young, mellow, game-winning young fellow
Remember me, I mixed one white with one yellow
Turned nothin' into somethin', you can do it too
This the music that you do it to
Lo-so

John David Jackson, Sharif Slater