[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Step up in the spot, sizzle it to d**h
Always leave a mark like when the metal hit your flesh
Blessed muhf**a, everything about me fresh
Every time we do this sh**, we doing it to d**h
We getting money too, this sh** don't make no kinda sense
(Pop!) Make 'em run until they hop another fence
When I'm in the building, n***as know I always got 'em and
The way we keep on winning, how the f** you gon' stop' em?
b**h my money long, thicker than a waffle
Y'all know how we do it, everything colossal
Thirty karat diamond pinky ring look like a marble
I don't mean to startle, making b**hes argue
Put it in your mouth, stop the yapping, and gargle
Take over the whole sh**, never do it partial
f**ing up the building till they call a fire marshal
Drop another cla**ic, add a chapter to the novel
Pop a couple bottles, f** a couple models
Rev it to the point where n***as bust open the throttle
You think you got a pot of gold? Got a couple potfuls
Could give a f** about your shine, b**h I got a watch full
[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
Them boys hot b**h, aw man
Make sure the penthouse suite got a ceiling fan
See, when I win, it's like it's God's plan
And when they see it, got these n***as saying "God damn!"
sh** changed n***a, chain hang n***a
Every time we drop, see how the sh** bang n***a
We buzzing in the street until the sh** sting n***a
We profit every time, that's why we rich, lame n***a
[Verse 2: J-Doe]
I'm bout my paper, I'm bout my dough
I keep my watch face twenty below
b**h it's only three things you need to know
All three is "Can't no one f** with J-Doe", aye
I'm getting moolah, I'm getting cash
If I say "hi" to her, she give up a**
I got a Ruger, don't make me blast
My flow is too hot, why y'all listening to trash?
Aw yeah, I'm a beast lil n***a, off the leash lil n***a
I just bought a car that you can't even lease lil n***a
Don't reach lil n***a, just retreat lil n***a
Cause you looking like a muhf**in' feast lil n***a
[Hook]
[Verse 3: O.T. Genasis]
Aye, okay, wrist look Rollie, charm look trophy
Top three rappers: O.T., O.T., and O.T
.45 on me so my shirt look pokey
Buss that muthaf**a till that barrel get smoky
Diamonds Tropicana, got a bag like I am Santa
It's like 50 b**hes wit' me and they all in my cabana
From the West Coast where these n***as throw they sets and wave bandanas
If that's at your neighborhood, you will go nail down from the hammers, I
Ride through any n***a hood in them GTs
No Bloods, Pirus, CCs
Selling Os, and I don't mean CDs
360 diamond chain, bu*terfinger BBs, yeah
[Hook]