Here we go, welcome to my world nigga of
Cadillac's and stacks
Triple X throwbacks with my name on the back
Uh, I know you see us
You want to be us
With Jam Master Jay on my Adidas
Plus I ride around in two-seata's
I hope it's cold cause I'm comin wit my heata
I'm on the Fleeta, doin 150
Can't you tell by my cut why I'm pimpin
And if I hit one time she's limpin
And if he trick one dime he's simpin
Cause we don't do it like that over here
All we do is grip grain on the stair
Like Killer Mike all I do is dream about sex
But when I wake up I have a dream about a check
And after that I burn rubber when I jump in my Vette'
Yet his hoes raise up but it ain't come out yet, I'm speed racin

(Chorus 1)
On 20's (On 20's)
Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
These hoes grinnin
I pulled up with the top off
On 20's (On 20's)
Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
These hoes grinnin
Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop off

Yeah, yeah, yeah I got a need for speed get in da truck wit me
Or we can start in the Bentley doin a buck fifty
I'm so gangsta, chickenheads don't want to fuck wit me
But you can love me or hate me baby you're stuck wit me
And I'm a fluff till the police come and get me
We run dis city, you can't do nothin wit me
It's young red ya'll, I'm rollin somethin sticky
You see them 20's, believe they worth three a penny
And I ain't really got nuthin to lose
So announce on 22's start spreadin the news
Let's speed it up a little
Hoes love to choose
Soon as they spot the drop, man, it gotta be the shoes
The fast lane is where a nigga live e'er night
Look for the grain stay away from the red light
Them old folks hear me creepin up the street
Cause they know I got them, I got them
Woofers in my jeep, nigga

(Chorus 2)
On 20's (On 20's)
Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
These hoes grinnin
I pulled up with the top off
On 20's (On 20's)
Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
These hoes grinnin
Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop off
On 20's (On 20's)
Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
These hoes grinnin
We never lose sleep, lemme
On 20's (On 20's)
Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
These hoes grinnin
You can't even breath in it

(*talking*)
Say, there go the laws, man
Where, where
They gettin behind us right now
Stop lyin man, you lyin
Don't worry about it, we in a lamborghini, man
I'm gone

I got a lambo, I got a drop jag
Plus I got a Harley bike, nigga top that
Now e'erbody be like where you shop at
And they be askin dumb shit like where you got that
That's when I look back and say I'm a superstar
And if it cost a hundred grand it's a supercar
I'm still ballin, 20 still crawlin
Like retarded kids, my DVD's stallin
Lakers still callin, but we already signed
We about to be legends like Morris Day & the Time
When Paul gave me a call, man I had to do it
I gotta rep where I'm from so I had to screw it, uh
I'm from the home of the Houston Texans
The only horse we ride is in our Lexus
Nowadays, everybody want to chop on blades
But we been doin that ya'll better behave

(Chorus 2)

Writer : SEARS, ANTHONY/WESTON, WESLEY/REDD, YOUNG
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing