(Bridge) I can show you what my like Money first, fast cars, out the chicks of they 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 Feds to more pictures I smile for the camera, my niggas hold like janitors D's on that bitch, bought her tits like Pamela's Spend a day tryin' to take all my stamina Never that got more for Tamara Pusha's sex game no amateur, I clean J damaged the scene, the coupe got a mind of it's own Like Christine Murderin' the block, half past mutherucker be the time On the watch What you wanna do with me, King flow untouchable If you don't believe, then homie you me The scent's still trapped in my And I just came from over the stove so you wanna spit?
(Chorus) 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, drink up It's the limelight, the car show She joy ride see how fast the car go Hot summer days, long Vegas We bet it all baby, welcome to the fast
(Malice 2) Word on the street girlfriend, stingy Yeah, rare like Da Vinci, collars to the I'm dreaming, pinch me My presence is an event, the party don't start they let us in That's right, ladies and Coke turned rap money, give it a rinse Next the spin cycle The rims on that Benz get spin than Michael I leave them with an eyeful Malice be the truth the Bible To the red-bottomed All they do is stare like I'm in a fish drag and I got the glow My public I got to go
(Chorus) What yo' paper Throw them G's up Show your watch off, roll your up New plates on it, them keys up We buy the bar out, baby up It's the limelight, the car show She wanna joy ride see how the car go Hot summer days, long Vegas We bet it all baby, to the fast life
(Bridge) Money first, fast cars, out come the of they panties and Bras on I said on
(Pusha T 3) I 3D it, if I say it you can see it No red and blue lenses The red, white, and blues in the chains makes pledge Allegiance 16s is undefeated, now crown me It's the all duo, you know Critically acclaimed, movin' weight like a On my ditty bop, playcloths top Clipse 3, titled 'Til the 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 dethrone the rapper Next chapter, us out in Breakin' the bank just like we And we all up in the Pushin' crack to a faults in San
(Chorus X2) What yo' paper 'bout? Throw G's up your watch off, roll your sleeve up New on it, hold them keys up We buy the bar out, baby up the limelight, it's the car show She wanna joy see how fast the car go Hot summer days, long nights We bet it all baby, welcome to the fast