Tell mi when niggas will stop sending niggas to the pen Bitches stop hating other bitches for their men People player hating other will it end Listen to the blend, them come again
Fake ass niggas they can never be my Back fools I think it's time you comprehend We making money so stop watching what we spend We multiply by ten, selassie fly the
I trample all my enemies man a hold the faith Mi naw go call no name mi friend, but nuff a dem nuh We making money nuff a dem a player hate Dem fassy deh a bait, Beenie Man yuh great
Survival of the fittest and the I generate And give me money for the style that I create Even to date, nuff a dem nuh rate The works that I perform and all the I instigate
So yuh want to run the place? Well yuh better 'Cause nuff a want fi box the food outta mi plate You old
Haters and fools, treating me Putting me down, don't them around acting crazy, for money and cars Fools see, me go behind bars
They want to see me die, wanna see me die no doubt Beenie Man and they all wanna get me out that they don't like me from the day I came about Fassys are my back running up their We be rolling twenty deep and got clout
Big up my colleagues who making down south Sailing the in million dollar boats In winter be wearing fur coats Unfortunately, me and the them at war from my jewellery you can tell I am a star
No ordinary fool push a fifty-G car Nuff a dem a suffer and we all know who are Lot a don't like us cause their money fits in jars We making fat bank and living like Tzars Snitches are for me to be behind bars time they went a little too far