XV - Rude Bwoy lyrics

I'm H-O double F, what them checks mean
I'ma be rich to the death, keep 'em fresh
Even if I leave the town
Sez and Bling keep the steps clean
I can pull out the Tony Hawk keep it extreme
I'm holing on to trophies
Sorry to the next team
Make sure you keep your visor
On 'cause the chain gleam
Me, Neesha, Sez, B, and Bling
We the gang green
Ain't we coming through your mall
Here to stay clean
Over hundred dollars for the Guess jeans
Pack 'em up
Give me 40 acres in the mezzanine, wrap it up
Royalty's the label and the city, yeah
We patent up make money by any means
Homie can trap with us
Shoot niggas, laugh it up
Y'all don't really want a war
Rain cloud on your career and here
I'm the thunderstorm
I don't even got to front at all
Royalty's the label and the city
If you think not, look for Hoff