(Bridge) I can show you what my like Money first, fast cars, out come the chicks of panties and Bras on I said on
(Pusha T 1 I do for my go-getters, to my O flippers All my Rose moe sippers, tell the to take more pictures I smile for the camera, my niggas hold keys like Throw D's on that bitch, her tits like Pamela's Spend a whole day tryin' to all my stamina that still got more for Tamara Pusha's sex game no amateur, I come J Rule damaged the scene, the coupe got a mind of own Like Christine the block, half past grind mutherucker be the time On the watch What you do with me, King Powder flow untouchable If you don't believe, then homie you me The scent's trapped in my clothes And I just came over the stove so what you wanna spit?
(Chorus) What yo' paper Throw them G's up your watch off, roll your sleeve up New plates on it, hold keys up We buy the bar out, drink up the limelight, it's the car show She wanna joy see how fast the car go Hot summer days, long Vegas We bet it all baby, welcome to the life
(Malice 2) Word on the girlfriend, he's stingy Yeah, rare like Da Vinci, to the ceiling I'm dreaming, somebody me My presence is an event, the party don't start until let us in That's right, ladies and Coke money turned rap money, give it a Next the spin cycle The rims on that Benz get more spin Michael I leave hoes with an eyeful Malice be the truth the Bible To the souls All they do is stare I'm in a fish bowl Last and I got the glow My public I got to go
(Chorus) yo' paper 'bout? Throw them G's up Show your off, roll your sleeve up New plates on it, hold them up We buy the bar out, baby up the limelight, it's the car show She wanna joy ride see how the car go Hot summer days, Vegas nights We bet it all baby, welcome to the fast
(Bridge) Money first, cars, out come the chicks of they panties and Bras on I come on
(Pusha T 3) I 3D it, if I say it you can see it No red and blue needed The red, white, and blues in the makes them pledge Allegiance These 16s is undefeated, now me the all mighty duo, you know Critically acclaimed, weight like a sumo On my ditty bop, playcloths top Clipse 3, titled the Casket Drops
(Malice 4) And the boy got Pop's is a Rolling STone I'm Jagger Don't wanna up the chrome but might hafta Anyone think he gonna dethrone the chapter, us out in Vegas Breakin' the bank just we ballplayers And we all up in the Pushin' crack to a in San Andreas
(Chorus X2) yo' paper 'bout? Throw them G's up Show your watch off, roll your up New plates on it, hold keys up We buy the bar out, baby up It's the limelight, it's the car She wanna joy see how fast the car go Hot days, long Vegas nights We bet it all baby, welcome to the life