[Intro: Too $hort & Kiki Supastar]
Yeah that's right, bitch, Too $hort in the house
Short Dog (Short Dog)
What it do? (What it do?)
(Yeah yeah) Yeah, one hunnid, boy
It's Elder Entertainment (Elder Entertainment)
And Bring It Back Records
West Texas finest in the house (West Texas yeah)

[Verse 1: Spice 1 & Kiki Supastar]
When the Bay is in the buildin' we destined to make a million
International bosses, tryna represent bidness flawless
Better have your paperwork ready when you step in my office
Get yo' weight up 'cause, bitch, you ain't plannin' on takin' no losses
Who you wanna be like? Mike? Yeah O yeah
Knock a n***a out for million a night (Mmm)
When I was a kid I was just addicted to them hundreds and fifties
And my role model was the biggest drug dealer up in the city
Wanted to be like them, countin' chickens up in the kitchen (Mmm)
Hella riders ready to go when I send 'em on a mission (Yeah)
Damn I opened up for Eazy and N.W.A
Now they label me original gangster from the East Bay (All day)(Blaow!)

[Chorus: Kiki Supastar & Yukmouth]
Wanna get that paper
Come fuck with a player
Gotta get yo' weight up
Who you wanna be like?
Bossin' 'cause we made of
All the things you think of
Come holla at a player (Look Zilla)
Who you wanna be like?
[Verse 2: Yukmouth]
Wanna be a baller, shot callers
Stars in a rave (rave), sittin' on bravas
Call her, get some head tonight
Then it's back to the block get some bread tonight (Yeah, yeah)
Under the streetlights, started small time, dope game
Cocaine, catch me in the kitchen, like broke, mayn
Got the skill and whippin' eggs out the yolk, mayn (Whip it)
Patch of that dro, mayn, stacks in the the [?] (Let's get it)
We all love the drug deala, thug n***a
Now the kids lookin' up to rappers doin' drugs, n***a (Wow)
All my young n***as, never be a fuck n***a (Never)
Get yo paper up, n***a, show a playa love, n***a, what up?

[Chorus: Kiki Supastar]
Oh yeah, wanna get that paper
Come fuck with a player (Wanna get that paper)
Gotta get yo' weight up
Who you wanna be like? (Yeah)
Bossin' 'cause we made of (Bossin' 'cause we made of)
All the things you think of
Come holla at a player (Holla at a player)
Who you wanna be like?

[Verse 3: Money B]
We the real ones, get funds, big dollars (Dollars)
Sip good, hold more tree than a Koala (Smoke)
When we down to Texas, them sexy hoes say we trill (Yeah they do)
Town n***as they wet like a Navy SEAL (Down in Tennessee)
Baby chill, you on the side where the grass greener
Bring your friend too, she cute, but your ass meaner (Rawr!)
We ain't goin' up (what?), hear it I'm not tryin' (Shieet)
Mentioned you was up on the pole like a stop sign (Ayyy)
You soaked with the style like you play for the astro (Let's go)
You could tell we had the cash though, ho, oh
We can get it but we sho' can't split it (Nah)
I will admit that pussy was bomb, so I lit it
[Chorus: Kiki Supastar]
Oooh, wanna get that paper (Wanna get that paper)
Come fuck with a player
Gotta get yo' weight up
Who you wanna be like? (Yeah)
Bossin' 'cause we made of (Bossin' 'cause we made of)
All the things you think of
Come holla at a player (Holla at a player)
Who you wanna be like?

[Outro: Too $hort & Kiki Supastar]
(Laaa, laa, laa, la, laaaa)
You know what it is
(La, la, la, la, laa)
It's ya boy Too $hort in the house (You know what it is)
(La, la, laaa, la, la, la, la, laaa)
Yeah we got Elder on the track, West Texas, bitch
(La, la, laaa, la, la, laa)
It's who you wanna be like
(Laaa, laa, laa, la, laaaa)
Tell that n***a, put yo'
(La, la, laaa, la, la, laa)
Weight up, what?
(La, laaa, la, la, la, la, laa)
Fuck with us real playas get yo' money
(La, la, laaa, who you wanna be like?)
Yeah
It's Elder Entertainment
And Bring It Back Records
West Texas, bitch
Short Dog!