[Intro] From the bay. In a two toned wraith. Diamond's dancin' round my neck. Label's droppin' checks. [Verse 1] Now you can go ahead and smoke a ounce to this. Cuz, me and my homies gunna ride to this. Pull up the bucket, jump out and hit that lick. It's the only way we know we finna get rich. (That's right now pull up on this homie, ask him where he from.) [Verse 1 Continued] Grab the jewels the wallet, anything he got. Hurry up grab that now before the block get hot. Stash it in the trunk, don't get caught or shot. That's how it go, don't matter the cost. [Hook] You know I'm a bay boy. Yeah I'm a bay boy. I get money in these streets. I get paid boy. It's where we stay boy. We don't play boy. When you in my city. You better say, boy. [Verse 2] Bring it back, buss down the roley. Bring it back, buss down the Bently. Bring her back, buss it down in the crib. Send her back, tell her, "I don't deal with this." Comin' from the bay don't give a damn about the fame. Comin' from the gutter now my pockets never been the same. Lookin' back to the hood, take care of my peeps. Cuz I never forget where I was raised, the streets. [Pre-Hook] Grab the jewels the wallet, anything he got. Hurry up grab that now before the block get hot. Stash it in the trunk, don't get caught or shot. That's how it go, don't matter the cost. [Hook 2] You know I'm a bay boy. Yeah I'm a bay boy. I get money in these streets. I get paid boy. It's where we stay boy. We don't play boy. When you in my city. You better say, boy.
