Code of tha Streets

Got rich in these motherfuckin' streets
I’m countin' up mills, smokin' gas, sippin' lean
I spend a mill on gas, sippin' lean
All these money roll, my tank still on E
I’m rich, but I’m still a hood nigga (Nigga, nigga)
I’m rich, but I’m still a hood nigga (Nigga, nigga)
I’m rich, but I’m still a hood nigga (Nigga, nigga)
I’m rich, but I’m still a hood nigga (Nigga, nigga)
Pull that thirty up, go and get that nigga, ooh
I’m rich, but I’m still a hood nigga (Hood nigga)
And I still be in the trenches pourin' syrup with the real ones
I’m a livin' legend, that’s a big one (That's a big one)
I pay cash for all my cars, man, that card, no shit, a headache
Bustin' hundreds out the wrapper, hit your nose, you get a headache
I was really sendin' packs from West Coast to Westend
I’m a young nigga, I’m super turnt, I don’t want no fuckin' Maybach
You got problems with us? You want smoke? Speak up, you need to say that
When they shoot out, we scream murder
When it land, I say payday
Hundred rounds in the drum
If I say it, they gon' spray that
And I still got hood habits, but I’m rich now (Rich now)
And don’t ever get it twisted, we can get down (Get down)
I’m rich, but I’m still a hood nigga
I’m rich, but I’m still a hood nigga
I’m rich, but I’m still a hood nigga (Nigga, nigga)
I’m rich, but I’m still a hood nigga (Nigga, nigga)
Pull that thirty up, go and get that nigga, ooh