(Bridge) I can show you what my paper Money first, cars, out come the chicks of they panties and Bras on I come on
(Pusha T 1 I do for my go-getters, to my O flippers All my moe sippers, tell the Feds to take more pictures I smile for the camera, my niggas hold keys janitors Throw D's on that bitch, bought her tits Pamela's Spend a whole day tryin' to take all my that still got more for Tamara Pusha's sex game no amateur, I come J Rule damaged the scene, the coupe got a of it's own Like Christine the block, half past grind mutherucker be the time On the watch What you wanna do me, King Powder flow untouchable If you don't believe, homie you sniff me The scent's still in my clothes And I just came from the stove so what you wanna spit?
(Chorus) What yo' 'bout? Throw them G's up your watch off, roll your sleeve up New plates on it, them keys up We buy the bar out, drink up the limelight, it's the car show She joy ride see how fast the car go Hot summer days, long Vegas We bet it all baby, to the fast life
(Malice 2) Word on the street girlfriend, he's 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 rap money, give it a rinse Next the spin cycle The rims on Benz get more spin than Michael I leave them hoes with an 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 awaits I got to go
(Chorus) What yo' paper 'bout? Throw G's up Show your watch off, your sleeve up New on it, hold them 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 summer days, Vegas nights We bet it all baby, to the fast life
(Bridge) first, fast 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 in the chains makes them pledge Allegiance 16s is undefeated, now crown me It's the all mighty duo, you Critically acclaimed, movin' weight a sumo On my bop, playcloths knitted top Clipse 3, titled the Casket Drops
(Malice 4) And the boy got is a Rolling STone I'm Mick Jagger Don't wanna pick up the chrome but hafta Anyone think he dethrone the rapper Next chapter, us out in Breakin' the just like we ballplayers And we all up in the Pushin' crack to a faults in San
(Chorus X2) What yo' 'bout? Throw them G's up your watch off, roll your sleeve up New plates on it, hold keys up We buy the bar out, baby up It's the limelight, it's the car She joy ride see how fast the car go Hot summer days, Vegas nights We bet it all baby, welcome to the life