Cleo, Cleo, Cleo Projects where them niggas get their pockets Santa Claus gon' make some stockings, niggas Still in business, I've been makin' soda Y'all know it, ain't no turkey, don't think shit My homeboy just don't with it, I just hope the Lord forgive it Pops with cocaine residue, every day I'm hustlin' What else is a thug to do when you get cheap from the government? Gotta provide for my daughter, them get the fuck up out my way, bitch Got that drum and I got them bands, just like a parade, bitch Got that work up in the bushes, all them boys don't got my stash If they do tell the truth, it's the last time you might see my ass From the garden to the grass and death, I'm surfin', searchin' blood Bitches sellin' pussy, niggas sellin' drugs, but it's all good Broken promises to your wife, she'll tell you what time it is Tell your J's and K's you to kick it with her for life, it is In the streets with a heater under my Thungariz Dreams of me gettin' shaded under a money tree It's just a part of paradise, people tryna do it right Make it worth it, tell them what you do Everybody, they respect the shit But the one and only, the one and only And I've been listenin' all day, this the way I met her Went through collision, alleyway, just the same Money trees, if it could've been shaded, that's just how it feels