Gangsta with my blue rag under Versace robes Whether I'm doing good or bad, won't nobody know it I call my ladies, my babies, go and get that money I crashed my foreign last Friday, running around clubbing Déjà vu, I could've sworn I seen that shit coming Walk through, but the club ain't pay me nothing Slide through my bitch house, the pig's out It's hot and a nigga dirty, so I need to go and sit down Follow my purse, my player'll pay for it later A gang of niggas in the hood, I love me in the cell I seen a nigga do some fake shit today I just laugh, cause now I know that he a hater I ain't no nigga you can see in the squabble I fuck around and pop it Tryna block my shine, you running out of options G-Worthy got this shit going From the city out the country, we in more G-A-N-G Gangsta G-A-N-G Gangsta G-A-N-G Gangsta G-A-N-G Gangsta A nigga all in the hood, just hanging with the homies Don't fuck around with new niggas, most of them be phony Date once, in my circle, that's only Tired of being broke, fuck you mean, let's get some money My hoes in it, West reunion by the morning Hoes are the takers, oh you see a nigga pouring Groggy as fuck, the juice got a nigga yawning Hop in my shit, grab my bitch and hit the ocean So it's time to hit Oakland, stay away from lakes Nigga, I be on my own shit, cozy as fuck Versace robe and gold chains, house shoes and a beanie Like ain't a damn thing changed G-A-N-G Gangsta G-A-N-G Gangsta G-A-N-G Gangsta G-A-N-G Gangsta