(Bridge) I can you what my paper like Money first, fast cars, out come the 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 take pictures I smile for the camera, my niggas hold keys janitors D's on that bitch, bought her tits like Pamela's Spend a whole day tryin' to all my stamina Never that still got more for 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 with me, King flow untouchable If you don't believe, homie you sniff me The scent's still trapped in my And I just came over the stove so what you wanna spit?
(Chorus) What yo' paper 'bout? them G's up Show your 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 wanna joy ride see how the car go Hot days, long Vegas nights We bet it all baby, to the fast life
(Malice 2) Word on the street girlfriend, stingy Yeah, like Da Vinci, collars to the ceiling I'm dreaming, somebody me My presence is an event, the don't start until they let us in That's right, and gents money turned rap money, give it a rinse Next come the cycle The rims on Benz get more spin than Michael I leave hoes with an eyeful Malice be the like the Bible To the red-bottomed 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, roll your up New plates on it, them 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, Vegas nights We bet it all baby, welcome to the fast
(Bridge) Money first, fast cars, out 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 lenses needed The red, white, and blues in the chains makes them pledge 16s is undefeated, now crown me It's the all duo, you know acclaimed, movin' weight like a sumo On my ditty bop, knitted top Clipse 3, titled 'Til the Casket
(Malice 4) And the boy got is a Rolling STone I'm Mick Jagger Don't wanna up the chrome but might hafta Anyone think he gonna the rapper Next chapter, us out in Breakin' the just like we ballplayers And we all up in the crack to a faults in San Andreas
(Chorus X2) What yo' paper 'bout? Throw G's up Show watch off, roll your sleeve up New plates on it, hold them up We buy the bar out, drink up It's the limelight, the car show She wanna joy see how fast the car go Hot days, long Vegas nights We bet it all baby, to the fast life