[Intro]

Uh-huh, uh-huh (Woah-woah)

Nackie (Yeah)

Eloi, Eloi, ¿que lo que? (Oh, ¿que lo que, manito? Alaru)

A mele la amelma (Yeah)

Oh (Maldita nota, yeah)

Listen, son (Oh)

[Chorus]

Bring these nigass home now, free transportation straight to Mecca (To the roof)

We in the zone now (We in the zone)

Just let the fuckin' beat play, selecta (Selecta, bow-bow-bow)

Bring these nigass home now

Free transportation straight to Mecca (Selecta)

Just let the beat play (Whoa, schyeah!)

[Verse 1]

Home run, swing for the fеnces—McGwire versus Sosa

Barry Bonds, еxtended clip, (Click)

Tryna work the culture, hollow tip rip you, son (Toma!)

Some nigass tend to prefer the toaster

Customer clickin', shit I be servin' kosher (Puro)

Two-seater Benz, swervin' roadsters (Skrrt)

Pistols secure the holsters (Uh-huh)

Mexican, I’m well-connected, live with the purest coca

Clients near the sofa, come closer

Keepin' his composure, gun roaster (Bow!)

Corner boy slum pose, Mutombos

Idols with glistenin' and shinin' wrists

Diamond supply, gifted hieroglyphic designer (Fly)

Find us in the trenches

I sat on the benches, supply endless

We're gettin' skylifted

Son, just try this shit, your ignorant mind get twisted

Find a business (Money!)

Yo, residual income and number games

Was young, independent—infinite hunger pangs

Thunder bangin’, listen

Here come the pain, intricate vision is unrestrained

Missles, come get you some of this jum for change (Ching, ching, ching, ching!)

[Chorus]

Yeah, thirty in the clip, thirty when I weigh the ounces (Weigh 'em out, son, weigh up)

Son, move a whole cake, you know, flake that move mountains (Oh yeah, move the whole cake!)

Oye, multiply the papers, pour Aces by the fountains (Yeah)

They be hatin' on the Nackman 'cause I be countin' (Money!)

Thirty in the clip, and thirty when I weigh the ounces (Trap! Movin'!)

Move a whole cake, you know exactly what I'm 'bout (What I’m 'bout)

Son, multiply the papers, pour Ace in large amounts (Large amounts, keep pourin')

Hatin' on the Nackman, son

[Verse 2]

Touchdown, learn to cut brown

Snuff solid, I got enough rounds

Buster make you Doberman Pinschers turn to Dachshunds (Brrt)

Left the block, came back with the motherfucker, what's up now? (Sup now?!)

Whirlin' buck shots makin' 'em jump and duck down (Boom, boom, boom)

Fuckin' clown ass niggas is lames (Fuck 'em)

Ayo, they need to broaden up their vision, their livin' is lame (For real!)

Take a shot for the top of this lack of ambition, limited Zane

They should accept it, we ain't nearly made or driven the same (You not like me, son!)

Ayo, Café con leche in the trap bando (White and brown)

Terrifyin' lightskin, nigga, black Rambo (Brrt)

Nackman laughin' while I grip the MAC handle (Haha!)

Write an exact plan, yo, carry it out precisely (Uh-huh)

I plan to be an old man in care of a thousand wifeys (Nack)

The police apparently browse at night (Woop)

I got nigga that live in my surrounding area soundin' like me, uh-huh, word (Soundin’ like me)

Yeah, for real, son

[Chorus]

Thirty in the clip, thirty when I weigh the ounces (Weigh up, weigh up, son)

Move a whole cake, you know, flake that move mountains (Move the whole cake!)

Ojo, multiply the papers, pour Aces by the fountains (Pour it up, pour it up)

They be hatin’ on the Nackman 'cause I be countin' (Money!)

Uh, thirty in the clip, and thirty when I weigh the ounces

Move a whole cake, you know exactly what I’m ‘bout (What I’m ’bout, son)

Son, multiply the papers, pour Ace in large amounts (Large amounts, pour up)

They be hatin' on the Nackman 'cause all we do is count, yo (Money!)

Ching, ching, ching, ching, ching!

All I do is count paper, see ya later

[Outro]

Get you to run down the Supreme Mathematics

Oh, haha, okay

But can I ask you something?

Shouldn’t he do that, though?

Even if you googled everthing I told you right now… I'll tell you right now

You can't Google the Supreme Mathematics, right now

When you Google it, you have to extremely Google that shit