Heavyweight Hank - C.M.L.

Quarter million all blues

I’m the motherfucking dude (yuh)

I talk to bitches rude

Put your nigga on the news (facts)

Running up this motherfucking check, I can’t lose (uh uh)

Reach for my motherfucking neck and get abused (blaow)

Versace on my shoes (yuh)

Versace on my jacket (what else)

I don’t want that bitch that you fucking, she a faggot (faggot)

I got a million dollars, if you take it you can have it (nigga)

I’m playing with this money, niggas think I got magic (hahahaha)

A 100 for the charm (bling)

50 on my arm (bling)

Me and Tony Rome doing donuts in the foreign (rrrrt)

We headed to the top, that’s the only place we going (dead homies)

White hoes in the back, looking like it’s snowing (yuh)

Jealous ass niggas hating on me 'cause I’m glowing (yuh)

Run up on this Benz, bet this fully get to blowing (blaow blaow blaow)

These rappers talking money, I’m the only nigga showing (facts)

Leaning like a cholo, all these 4s I be pouring (uh uh)

I came home balling, got the oppositions mad (sucka)

Yo mama on my dick, but I should of been your dad (that part)

My bitch was in the mall, I told her put it on my tab

You could buy the whole store, I ain’t looking at the tag (bitch)

I bought the bitch a Jag, and my other bitch a Range (rrt)

I’m richer than a motherfucker, money ain’t a thang (uh uh)

All these niggas in my city pimping, I’m to blame (facts)

My hoes turned up, me and yo nigga not the same (never)

Put some respect up on my name 'cause I can see these niggas' hate (yuh)

Tell CSI to come and grab these shell cases (hahahaha)

Everything new, I’m the latest and the greatest

I ain’t tripping off a bitch, all I hang around is playas (pimp)

All up in Stockton with my 209 bitch (Stockton)

She love CML, I’m who she wanna shine with

I taught her everythang that’s my young fine bitch

She ain’t looking at these niggas like she on some blind shit (dead homies)

Me and Dame Dollaz in the newest Hellcat (rrt)

Souped up Charger, we just riding back to back (rrt)

A nigga rob me, knock his scalp out his hat (blaow)

I’m a Iraq nigga, in the south where it’s at (30 Gang)

My dreadlocks gold

My money don’t fold (uh uh)

I just put Rolexes on all of my hoes (dead homies)

I got so much bread it’s starting to grow more

We them Bank’d Up boys, we taking over the globe (what else?)