Now... what y'all wanna do? Wanna be ballers?
Shot-callers? Brawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers On
the low from the Jake in the Taurus Tryin to get my hands on some Grants
like Horace Yeah livin the raw deal, three course meals Spaghetti,
fettucini, and veal But still, everything's real in the field And what
you can't have now, leave in your will But don't knock me for tryin to
bury seven zeros, over in Rio Dijanery Ain't nobody's hero, but I wanna
be heard on your Hot 9-7 everyday, that's my word Swimmin in women wit
they own condominiums Five plus Fives, who drive Millineums It's all
about the Benjamins, what? I get a fifty pound bag of ooh for the
mutts Five carats on my hands wit the cuts And swim in European
figures Fuck bein a broke nigga
Verse Two: Jadakiss (overlaps last
two lines of Puff Daddy)
I want a all chromed out wit the clutch,
nigga Drinkin malt liquor, drivin a Bro' Vega I'm wit Mo' sippers,
watched by gold diggers (uhh) Rockin Bejor denims, wit gold zippers
(c'mon) Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin Cristals Freakin the
three-quarter reptiles (ahahah) Enormous cream, forrest green -- Benz
jeep for my team so while you sleep I'ma scheme (that's right) We see
through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you You should do what we do,
stack chips like *Hebrews* Don't let the melody intrigue you
(uh-uh) Cause I leave you, I'm only here for that green paper which lead
you
Verse Three: Sheek
I'm strictly tryin to cop those, colossal
sized Picasso's And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's (whoo!) Mienda,
with cash flowin like Sosa And the latin chick tranportin in the
chocha Stampedin over, pop Mo's, never sober Lex and Range Rovers dealin
weight by Minnesota (uhh) Avoidin NARC's wit camcorders and Chevy Novas
(uh-huh) Stash in the buildin wit this chick named Alona (uh-huh) from
Daytona, when I was young I wants to bone her (uh-huh) But now I only hit
chicks that win beauty pageants (ahahaha) Trickin, they takin me skiing, at
the Aspens (c'mon) Uhh, gangsta mental, stay poppin Cristal Pack a black
pist-al in the Ac' Coupe that's dark brown (whoo!) Pinky-ringin, gondolas
wit the man singin Italian music down the river wit your chick clingin to
my bizzalls, player you mad false Actin hard when you as pussy as RuPaul