here, ain't it man? (Ain't it man?) Cash Money is aww hyea, ain't it man? (Ain't it man?) New whips sick, ain't it man? (Ain't it man?) That nigga there
stop lookin' at my dog [Yo Gotti] Yeah! This ya boy Yo Gotti! Why you lookin' at me? Hear a nigga I ain't ya bitch You don't want a street nigga
shot, stop lookin' at my dog [Yo Gotti] Yeah! This ya boy Yo Gotti! Why you lookin' at me? Hear a nigga I ain't ya bitch You don't want a street nigga
niggas for they tally way, let 'em on they way Boo ya ka, boo ya ka, you should've looked before you come out Boo ya ka, boo ya ka, you should've looked
some I don't know about you it's after 12, gotta get it, get it I gotta get some [Verse 2 - Jermaine Dupri] Listen, uh, It ain't me if I don't hit the
playa man(say it ain't so,say it ain't so,say it ain't so) I-smoke-dro(say it ain't so,say it ain't so, say it ain't so) Don't-smell-blow(say it ain't
out Stick it up, raw hide Yeah, gotta come back to attack Killin' niggaz who said they got stacks, 'cuz I don't give a fuck I wanna see blood, whether it
Gotti niggas, know what I'm saying (yeah) Niggas trying to run shit (trying to run the game) Don't know (Don't know) It's all a game... [Verse 1] Yo
clap nigga Nigga I ain't one of these rap niggas I'm a big gat spitter Bangin' and slangin' to be a rich ass nigga Don't get tired in these streets My
back to my man Jay-Z (Jay-Z) As soon as I grab it, I eat it up like a savage And no I don't have it, I get it together like a marriage I'm seeking all
man in the projects I'll send you up north, I ain't givin' respect Prejudicial, your style artificial As live as limb that's attached to a criple It'
Grizzy, don't let it pop, didn't he spy on these hoes To piss off the killer in me Me and six will slick through it (through it) Bronx river to the con
man. Shit done hit the fan, let's do dis shit man. Fo real. [Boo] Let's do it, what the fuck. There ain't nuthin else to be said. [Gotti] Yo, I got
why this shit ain't cooking up right? Papi told me this is solid white Fuck it wrap it up take it back up Still in all it's a play out Tired of spending
doubt, boys like a dollar sign Gotta drop it like it's hot, when Wreckshop in the house Open up my mouth, grab your cam-corder So much ice on the stone, it
I don't know about you it's after 12, gotta get it, get it I gotta get some [Verse 2 - Jermaine Dupri] Listen, uh, It ain't me if I don't hit the spot
