[Verse 1: Z-Ro]
Yea
Wednesday night, we roll on 4’s
Black alligator, everywhere (Everywhere, that’s right)
They don’t come out, you gotta lift those doors (Lift those doors)
Tell the valet don’t close them, leave those hoes up in the air (In the air)
I bump Screw in my ride (Screw in my ride)
A six in a Mountain Dew, over crushed ice (Over crushed ice)
1 Deep without a crew, I’ll be just fine (I’ll be just fine)
This ain’t no 22, A-R on my side (Side)
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
Still shinin’
Like sunlight dipped in chrome
And I got a lotta money on my phone
If you ain’t trying to pay me, leave me alone
Still grindin’
Like brake pads gone bad
Trying to get my kids sh*t that I never had
You don’t work, you don’t eat, homie straight like that
[Verse 2: Paul Wall]
Straight like that, trunk stay cracked
Bank stay phat, turn heads, but never turn my back
Turn my partner on to paper, that’s a no brainer
Got a shooter on retainer, that’s my disclaimer
Ridin’ candy on 4’s, is a Texas tradition
I’ve been all around the world on a Big Moe mission
Ain’t no 401k bro, and ain’t no ???
On an ever-ending life quest to make a commission
And need I mention, I never met a millionaire couch potato
Hard work and an agenda, if you’re chasing paper
Long as diamonds still shinin’, I’ll be trying to buy ’em
And as long as China make grills, I’ll have a top and bottom
f**k a bank, got a pocket full of Franks
They gonna put me in the grave with a sealed up pint
I pour up drank, and roll up dank
All I know is get more bank, and don’t stop until I can’t
Still shinin’ baby
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
Still shinin’
Like sunlight dipped in chrome
And I got a lotta money on my phone
If you ain’t trying to pay me, leave me alone
Still grindin’
Like brake pads gone bad
Trying to get my kids sh*t that I never had
You don’t work, you don’t eat, homie straight like that
[Verse 3: Mike D]
Uh-oh, guess who’s biz-ack
Hot out the pot, like A-1 crack
Dope game over, blame Rother for that
Reincarnation of Pat, and got the hood on my back
They say he went broke, there ain’t a hope for a nigga
Mohamad Ali, I rope-a-doped them niggas
Yea, cause real G’s pay dues, you ain’t never took a loss
And you ain’t never been a boss
Man for man, hand for hand, I went off for that soft
Got a line from amigo, and now I floss that Ross
Top down on the freeway, hater give me leeway
I do it how a G play, sippin on a ???
See the skyline, when you enter the city
30 floors up high, man a hog done did it
Ima balla, hogg to be exact
Ro they tried to hold us down, but we ain’t let them hold us back
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
Still shinin’
Like sunlight dipped in chrome
And I got alotta money on my phone
If you ain’t trying to pay me, leave me alone
Still grindin’
Like brake pads gone bad
Trying to get my kids sh*t that I never had
You don’t work, you don’t eat, homie straight like that