Mone - Set It Off (2012 version) lyrics

[Verse 1: Mone] Hands to the ceiling, yeah, we come to do work Don't nobody move and nobody getting murked Wrist covered in j**els, timepiece a small work Diamonds screaming, "Hallelujah," watch cost a small church Get it how we live it Spend it like we print it Everything be tinted We buy it, you n***as rent it No, don't be offended, I give you n***as the business Giving you b**hes stitches, you would think I was a dentist They label me a menace, A-Wax Homie, you need that white, Ajax We move em by the squares, eight-tracks Swag on a mil, name even to the max Racks on racks, yeah we all about that action Bunch of bald yellowbone b**hes, Toni Braxton Take a hard hit to the face, Meeka Claxton Your b**h up on my stick, when I hit I'm Reggie Jackson [Hook: Swizz Beatz] We gonna get it popping in this motherf**er, get it popping We gon set it off in this motherf**er, set it off Hands in the air in this motherf**er, hands up We don't really care in this motherf**er, don't care Get your drinks up in this motherf**er, drinks up Smoke that good sh** in this motherf**er, smoke something Get all that cake in this motherf**er, get money Ain't nobody hating in this motherf**er, show love [Verse 2: Erick Sermon] Yes sir, I feel great and Even if there's hate in the air, I'm still straight and Even those saying we dead is my sake It's the apple, this balloon won't deflate Nah, not while I'm present When you hear the E with Godson and Vic It come out fly, whoever says it And that's why I stay so Polo'd down, yup My guns be the newest, my jeans be the bluest Got bread like I'm Jewish, address me as mister Chicks gather around like it's a Bar Mitzvah Calling me daddy but I ain't Twista Calling me poppa but I ain't Christopher You checking out one of God's bestest Something closer to justice, I'm bigger than Precious History, boy, up in the making If there's something left in the rap game, homie, we taking [Hook] [Verse 3: Fred The Godson] I put the work out, Tae Bo Hop out the Tahoe They lost boys, still hype, Freaky Tah flow Yeah, I know -- you getting money, you happy n***a, when you triple your work, then you get at me They slipping on they pimping, I got the shottie, I'm limping Hit eighteen no limit, you'll get it if you just listen Like they gon' pay ten, I'm Sean pimping when I'm whipping Gary Peyton; ten k? Sorry, Erick, I'll just keep spitting I'm the best by far, they gotta keep their flow tighter I hit the club, buy the bar -- no ghostwriter Hit up the ma's dance floor, hold her close, tighter And by tomorrow, wake up with no clothes by her I'm so Fat Boy fresh With that rap, boy -- you know that boy best Swizzy on the beat, Erick Sermon a legend Fred and Vico the future, what a weapon [Hook] [Verse 4: Swizz Beatz] I'm chilling in my Aston Martin with four doors The top off, I feel like that b**h fell off n***as acting sick, well I make you n***as cough Plus I'm riding clean, b**h -- I got them white walls I'm chilling on a yacht with that billion dollar talk That billion dollar walk, I got that billion dollar spark I come from that gritty city up the New York You n***as talking crazy, bet you n***as won't jump But your money where your mouth is Put your house or put your keys I'm in this f**ing game And I do this sh** for real Two hundred and fifty million sold track record You n***as talking crazy, you ain't got a hot record Fresh