[Chorus: Q of ESC (Bun B)]
We ride big rims (Big rims)
On big trucks (On big trucks)
With big balls (With big balls)
With big bucks (With big bucks)
We straight puttin' on (Puttin' on)
'Cause we on ('Cause we on)
Shinin' like a diamond, blowin' dro by the zone
We ride big rims (Big rims)
On big trucks (On big trucks)
With big balls (With big balls)
With big bucks (With big bucks)
We straight puttin' on (Puttin' on)
'Cause we on ('Cause we on)
Shinin' like a diamond, blowin' dro by the zone

[Verse 1: Q of ESC]
We ride big-ass rims
On big-ass trucks
Behind that, none of your business
Burnin' dro, gettin' my dick sucked
Bendin' corners, junkies hittin' my cell, I'm chasin' mail
Livin' life with my rear view checkin' for 12
Born in the early '70s straight outta Grady
ATL's Dirty South, home of the hustlers, hell yeah
Boy, that's Dee Money Records, and y'all better respect it
Or see us in the street [?] get checked, bitch
This the Deck, bitch, we got mind for ass
Y'all movin' too slow, I'm switchin' the lanes with the fast
I'm still that Eastside thug n***a
Still got the bud, n***a
Still jump out the truck on 24's at the club, n***a
"Ooh-wee (Ooh-wee), There it go (There it go)"
Is what the hoes say when I hit the block slow
On some big-ass rims, you can't help but see 'em
With them 'woofers in the back goin' "bim, bim-bim!"
[Chorus: Q of ESC (Bun B)]
We ride big rims (Big rims)
On big trucks (On big trucks)
With big balls (With big balls)
With big bucks (With big bucks)
We straight puttin' on (Puttin' on)
'Cause we own ('Cause we own)
Shinin' like a diamond, blowin' dro by the zone
We ride big rims (Big rims)
On big trucks (On big trucks)
With big balls (With big balls)
With big bucks (With big bucks)
(Yeah)
We straight puttin' on (Puttin' on)
'Cause we own ('Cause we own)
(Already)
Shinin' like a diamond, blowin' dro by the zone
(Yeah)

[Verse 2: Bun B]
Well, it's the big slab-pusher, playa, feel the trill
My truck's shoes size 24 like they Shaquille O'Neal
I'm a major type [?] ride these streets with ease
Valet-park my shit up front, but I'm gon' keep my keys
Jumpin' out and broads faint, they never seen this color paint
We call it cherry blossom, you think it's red but, ho, it ain't
See, these haters can't stand us, probably wanna sleep us
But trill is what they brand us, can't nobody creep us
Got an itchin' for this paper and I'm yearnin' (And I'm yearnin')
I keep these bitches walkin' corners 'til their bunions is burnin'
Got a yearnin' for this paper and I'm itchin' (And I'm itchin')
And I'mma break your favorite broad down to the neck in the kitchen
We got the white wrapped up in gray with zips on the scale
Send it out by car, plane or shipped in the mail
You know we whippin' it well and grippin the stack
With my pistol in the front seat and your bitch in the back, baby!
[Chorus: Q of ESC (Bun B)]
We ride big rims (Big rims)
On big trucks (On big trucks)
With big balls (With big balls)
With big bucks (With big bucks)
We straight puttin' on (Puttin' on)
'Cause we on ('Cause we on)
Shinin' like a diamond, blowin' dro by the zone
We ride big rims (Big rims)
On big trucks (On big trucks)
With big balls (With big balls)
With big bucks (With big bucks)
We straight puttin' on (Puttin' on)
'Cause we on ('Cause we on)
Shinin' like a diamond, blowin' dro by the zone

[Verse 3: Marquaze]
See, I'm a money go-getta, cut your throat, n***a
Two things I hate in this world is a bitch and a broke n***a
Me and my boys from the Deck get plenty respect
Rims shiny, blind a muthafucka from here to Tibet
This for them hoes in the club, this for my n***as in the street
For them boys in the trap screamin' "Fuck the police!"
Rollin' on 23's, big trucks and DVDs
If I ain't blowin' dro, shit, I'm smokin' on purple trees
Keep salt-droppin', I'ma start poppin' these lames
Give me the money and the cred; bitch, you can keep the fame!
What's my muthafuckin' name? Quezo, y'ain't heard?
From College Park, bitch, where they flip them birds
Put them thangs on the curb, mash out in the fast lane
I'm thuggin' 'til I die, bitch, I'll never change!
See we can throw them thangs, or we can pop them toys
Shit, don't never get it twisted, I'm one of them Georgia boys!
[Chorus: Q of ESC (Bun B)]
We ride big rims (Big rims)
On big trucks (On big trucks)
With big balls (With big balls)
With big bucks (With big bucks)
We straight puttin' on (Puttin' on)
'Cause we on ('Cause we on)
Shinin' like a diamond, blowin' dro by the zone
We ride big rims (Big rims)
On big trucks (On big trucks)
With big balls (With big balls)
With big bucks (With big bucks)
We straight puttin' on (Puttin' on)
'Cause we on ('Cause we on)
Shinin' like a diamond, blowin' dro by the zone

We ride big rims (Big rims)
On big trucks (On big trucks)
With big balls (With big balls)
With big bucks (With big bucks)
We straight puttin' on (Puttin' on)
'Cause we on ('Cause we on)
Shinin' like a diamond, blowin' dro by the zone
We ride big rims (Big rims)
On big trucks (On big trucks)
With big balls (With big balls)
With big bucks (With big bucks)
We straight puttin' on (Puttin' on)
'Cause we on ('Cause we on)
Shinin' like a diamond, blowin' dro by the zone