[Verse 1: Malice & Fabolous]

Say, dawg, let's not get involved

You don't wanna tango, I'll dress you in a halo

Cock the gauge, polka dot your braids

Face you with a chrome four that'll lock your legs

And you can't move, I roll big and I can't lose

They watch so hard, ain't nothing I do that ain't news

Carry it like I'm a stranger to the game

I cut short any whisper that endanger my name

I hold toasts on both coasts, not for no joke

I'm known in the streets on the account I know coke

And we got word that the cops watch us

But that don't stop us, we maneuver and move a little more cautious

I hate to think that the dope game is my callin'

'Cause it got us singing lullabies to our fallen

"Goodnight, friend, 'til we meet again

But for now in your name, we re-up and eat again", uh

I never front like I'm something I'm not

But being broke, well, that's just something I'm not

Y'all talk with hatred, but I live off that

And I lived off cocaine way 'fore I lived off rap

Feel me, friend? If they could, they'd kill me, friend

'Cause I weigh too much, learned not to say too much

They couldn't take me in the CL, that's way too much

And I'm too gone, y'all niggas can talk on (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Fabolous]

They call me Mr. Please-Believe-It, believe it, please

I put the pump in your mouth and help you breath with ease

This guy's in a hurry

Ma, I can't even fuck with you if you ain't in the itinerary

I don't know where dudes is buying they jewelry

Why's your ice cream look like it's made by Ben & Jerry?

Y'all the type of players that be getting two-day contracts

Email snitch, got Ds in your two-way contacts

I'm in the club sippin' on that new 'Ze cognac

In the number 9 Jordans with the deuce trey on back

The Street Family so cool, we could pull bitches

Even if it was July and we had on Woolrich's

I got them Teflons to shove in the four

That have undercovers and po' recovering slow

The government know the kid been loving the dough

Since I was moving white off the curb like shoveling snow, Ghetto

[Verse 3: Pusha T]

I keep the streets so numb they call me "Novocain"

I turn over 'caine over and over again

Hell, so much clientele

I could lose it all today, be back the next day

Still up in the same way

As I left ya, all in three gestures, down, up and aim

I can define death better than Webster, wet ya

Now bless ya, and off to my next venture

Blocks so white, June look like December

Wintertime, snow everywhere, flow everywhere

So much dough, I fly my hoes everywhere

Ask 'em, Pusha T push a ton

Push a ton of that shit that makes ya nose run

Yes, I'm holding, whether it's heat or cocaine

In the door panel of my four-wheel motion

Ain't jokin', but I laugh how other flows convince you

With money, it's funny, it's Comedy Central

Mine's mental, others is made up stencil

When I'm on vacation, my babies ride in the rental

I'm livid, they act as if I don't live it

Saran Wrap, Vaseline so they can't sniff it

Yves St. Laurent knitted, shorts Bermuda

You would think they was Pucci if you overlooked Medusa

[Interlude]

Let me hit that, cuz

Hit that good shit

Damn, this shit some killa, cuz

That's that 'dro-ski woah-ski

Damn right

You think I'm a freeloader, cuz?

Nah, you know, cuz-cuz, man, don't— don't even go there, cuz

You know you my nigga, man

Nah, he— he said you— you said

He said you— you was talkin' 'bout me

Talkin' 'bout you say I'm a freeloader

Nah, I'm talkin' 'bout that baby mama shit, cuz

You know, we was talkin' 'bout in general

All the bullshit that's goin' on right now, cuz

Oh, nah, mane, this bitch crazy, man

I just came over here to talk to you, man

This bitch got me stressed out like a motherfucker, man

I don't even fuck with this bitch, man

You got me payin'—

You got me payin' like I'm payin' for your damn kids

Good lookin' out, cuz

I got you, though, cuz, I got you for all that shit, cuz

Man, don't worry about it, I know you got me

But don't got me, get me

Cuz! Cuz, I know you ain't actin' like that, cuz (Man, I ain't sayin'—)

I know you ain't gon' carry it like that, cuz (I ain't sayin' all that)

I'm not sayin' all that

Come on, cuz, we grew up together, cuz (I know you got me, cuz)

I know you got me, you family, cuz

Cuz, if it— if it's like that, cuz, I'll get the shit from my grandma in the morning, cuz

It's too much shit goin' on, man

Cuz, I'll get the shit from my grandma in the morning, cuz

Killa, it's too much shit that's goin' on right now to be—

I'm sayin' though, cuz, but you gon' carry like that with me, cuz

I'm sayin' like that though, cuz

I'm sayin', we grew up together, man, my— I'm sayin', though, man

Bitch, I know you ain't cryin'!

You p— you cryin'?

It ain't even like that, cuz

It ain't like that, cuz

Roll up