DJ QUIK

I ain't never quitting on my homies from the set

Rather die a legend than be living with regrets

Granny up in Heaven, know she watch a **** back

G-Class flying down Orizaba Ave

I know that you love me but you gotta give me space

Money hungry women do whatever for a taste

All my people in the hood, what it's finna take

To have everybody living good? I don't wanna wait

In a minute I'ma bust a juug, I'ma make a play

Hit the homie up and hit a lick, run in where you stay

All the pressure I be dealing with still ain't never change

I'm about the money, I ain't fucking with the fame

DJ Quik

If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense

DJ Quik

If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense

You should see the limit on my Amex

One phone call and it's **** at your address

I'm gon' ball till I'm sitting in a grave

Fuck all y'all, bet Ramona get the last laugh

Close your mouth when you talking to a killer, bitch

They say I murdered Cuh, I say I'm innocent

This ain't suburbia, these **** ignorant

I always get my man, I only miss my bitch

Hit me up if you wish

I'm in the studio, couple guns, couple Crips

Tryna make a hundred M's, what's a couple bands?

Keep it coming in, keep it coming in

DJ Quik

If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense

DJ Quik

If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense