[Chorus: The Jacka]
I know you see me right here every time you drive by
But truth to admit you don't ever ask why
You know I got paper 'cause I'm a D-Boy
You a B-Girl, glamorous lifestyle
Rocks on the wrist, big dreams, nice cars
You wanna live life with a rich rockstar
Everybody know us, everybody know y'all
I think I'm in a rush so I probably never call

[Verse 1: The Jacka]
Why you tryna front, girl? You know you ain't ready
I be in the hood every day with my family (Yee)
We the mafia, summer love gon' get me
I'm a animal, most of my clothes don't fit me
Hangin' off my ass, but we pull up in a Bentley
Nobody ever laugh 'cause we always been the niggas
All I ever wanted was to see what was in ya
I'm the Jack, ice cold mack from the Figaz
Locked in the county, shared my cell with a killer
All he ever said was Jack, I never heard a nigga realer
Fat shout out to the four XIV gorillas
All my niggas doin' life, do what I can to make it better

[Chorus: The Jacka]
I know you see me right here every time you drive by
But truth to admit you don't ever ask why
You know I got paper 'cause I'm a D-Boy
You a B-Girl, glamorous lifestyle
Rocks on the wrist, big dreams, nice cars
You wanna live life with a rich rockstar
Everybody know us, everybody know y'all
I think I'm in a rush so I probably never call

[Verse 2: The Jacka]
You know you love the Jack, I'm right here
'Bout to dip out, set my Six in gear
See the tree smoke, ain't no tints on there
Tryna find the Hus, nigga, all white pair
Of the Gucci Loafs but they never know where
Go pop my new shit, hop in the Chev'
Sit so motherfuckin' high it ain't fair
Never seen my clothes before and my shoes rare
You could hit the mall, but you never find 'em there, no
Waiting on the jump-off, yeah, yeah
'Bout to make a drop-off, yo, yo
This block shit is all I know, know

[Chorus: The Jacka]
I know you see me right here every time you drive by
But truth to admit you don't ever ask why
You know I got paper 'cause I'm a D-Boy
You a B-Girl, glamorous lifestyle
Rocks on the wrist, big dreams, nice cars
You wanna live life with a rich rockstar
Everybody know us, everybody know y'all
I think I'm in a rush so I probably never call

[Verse 3: Andre Nikatina]
My lifestyle baybee like a S500
Gather up your friends, jump in and I'ma gun it
Then give me ten minutes and my Glock talk hit ya
Andre Nickatina in your camera phone picture
I watch as the wheels rotate, break down a eighth
The color of my sneaker is the color of my face
I wear my wife beater like a banger
My rap style freak got one up in the chamber

[Chorus: The Jacka]
I know you see me right here every time you drive by
But truth to admit you don't ever ask why
You know I got paper 'cause I'm a D-Boy
You a B-Girl, glamorous lifestyle
Rocks on the wrist, big dreams, nice cars
You wanna live life with a rich rockstar
Everybody know us, everybody know y'all
I think I'm in a rush so I probably never call

[Outro]
You know I got paper 'cause I'm a D-Boy
You know I got paper 'cause I'm a D-Boy
Rocks on the wrist, big dreams, nice cars
You know I got paper 'cause I'm a D-Boy