Mixin’ Flames

Yeah

Check the wrist, check the shine

They said I couldn't do it,

now they waiting in line

I pull up in the gold-plated chariot spinning They looking at the

kid like he finally winning I got a pocket full of paper

and a pocket full of pride And a custom leather seat where

the heavyweights ride Talk a big game then I back it on

up Two-tone ice in a Styrofoam cup Got the whole block moving

when I step in the room Hear the trunk going boom with

the sonic boom

Who's the boss of the block?

Yeah, you looking at him Suit clean,

shoes bright, and the lights are dim We making moves,

making noise, making money count

Watch the digits rise up in the bank account

Velvet on the collar with the silk on the sleeve I do

things that you wouldn't even believe Stacking up the green like a

gardener in spring

Every single phone line starting to ring They want the blueprint,

they want the style

I just flash 'em a million-dollar smile

Running this game since I learned how to talk Got the heavy

gold chains clinking when I walk Who's the boss of the block?

Yeah, you looking at him Suit clean,

shoes bright, and the lights are dim We making moves,

making noise, making money count Watch the digits rise up in the

bank account

You see the vision now?

It's too easy.

Watch how I bring it back.

Yeah, we out

Keep the change The kid is gone