[Intro: Pusha T]

Til the Casket Drops

Third time's a charm, right? Hahaha

Come on

[Verse 1: Pusha T]

I'm kinda like a big deal

It's unbelievable, you see my warning gives you big chills

The flow running on BIG's heels

My Life After Death, BIG ain't get to see how this feels

Third time's the charm, baby

After two classics, another stripe up on my arm baby

It's a blessing to blow a hundred thou' in a recession

With no second guessin'

Ha-ha, we're ballin', drop-tops we're floorin'

Champagne we're pourin', Re-Up is the gang and I'm all in

To the powder and the flame, I have fallen

'Get money, blow money' is my calling

Yuugh! Watch a nigga burn through it

Life's a maze, you twist and you turn through it

The driest of droughts, maneuvered and I earned through it

I'm set straight like a perm do it – Push

[Chorus: Pusha T]

They whispering about us, I know you haters doubt us

How you count our money? We ain't even finished counting

Pardon me, I must say, I'm kinda like a big deal

[Verse 2: Kanye West]

Ayo, I'm sitting on top of the – it's more than a feeling, ain't it?

I be killing, damn it, I'm illin', I'm illin', ay-ay-ay-ay

Meet Mr. Popular, go get your binoculars

And see "Penthouse 3" where a nigga be

Spitting fire on a PJ, in my PJs

Fire Marshall said I took it to the max like TJ

Y'all ain't peep, I said Marshall's, replay

I guess I'm like the black Marshall meets Jay

Meet Ye, alligator soufflé, got it made

Special Ed got head from a girl in special ed. 

You know the pretty ones in that dumb class

But she got that dumb ass

Hit high school and got pregnant dumb fast

"What happened, Tisha? Your boyfriend cum fast?"

Turn around, give me pound like we folks

"Hell no, I went raw, dawg, three strokes"

[Chorus: Pusha T]

They whispering about us, I know you haters doubt us

How you count our money? We ain't even finished counting

Pardon me, I must say, I'm kinda like a big deal

[Verse 3: No Malice]

Lights, cameras, action

The chain itself's a damn distraction

You claim the belt, the glory I bask in

I'm B-Hop in the ring, niggas, you cash in

It's like stopping a train, nigga think he's stopping my reign

Talk slick while dropping my name?

I'm putting y'all to shame, diamonds in the little hand

50 percent splits, I X out the middleman

A far cry from a stash in the rental van

I'm the reason the hood need a dental plan

Ladies and gentlemen, introducing –

The C-4S with the rims protruding

The roof vamoose, like a magic show

Got me looking to the heavens like a javelin throw

Y'all twiddle your thumbs like the average Joe

But just as you reap, so shall you sow

[Chorus: Pusha T]

They whispering about us, I know you haters doubt us

How you count our money? We ain't even finished counting

Pardon me, I must say, I'm kinda like a big deal