Released on August 25, 2014

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[Intro: 50 Cent]

G-Unit in the house, what, nigga, what?

G-Unit in the house, what, what, what, what?

G-Unit in the house, what, nigga, what?


[Chorus: Young Buck]

I got them watching me, look how I'm moving

I got them watching me, look what I'm doing

Hold up now, they watching me, I keep it moving

And since they watching me, this how I'm doing

Rock and rolling on them


[Verse 1: Young Buck]

Hundred bottles, give me every bottle in this bitch

Where she at? I want every model in this bitch

Blow the check, these hoes wanna know just who I am

Taking pictures, tryna do it for the Instagram

Presidential Rolllie, bezel got them big boogers

Fuck the home, shout out to the real cookers

Gold chains, couple Audemars and Cartiers

We charter Lears, these hoes know the party here


[Verse 2: Kidd Kidd]

Blowin on that killa kill, neck on chilly-chill

Baby, let me get a feel; show me that it's really real

Bad bitch from Cashville, met her up in Club Liv

Don't care who you man is, long as he ain't up in here

Ain't nothin' changed, still the same ol' two-step

I don' had some A-1 hoes, and a few Fs

I done order bottles, 100 bottles and got two left

Somebody got bust upside the head, G-Unit there


[Chorus: Young Buck]

I got them watching me, look how I'm moving

I got them watching me, look what I'm doing

Hold up now, they watching me, I keep it moving

And since they watching me, this how I'm doing

Rock and rolling on them


[Verse 3: 50 Cent]

Hol' up, I think I love these hoes, a nigga tryna fuck 'em all

I'm lit up in this bitch, ballin', I won't blow it boy

No suckers in my section, oh, no, no, no, my shit legit

You niggas get to flexin', bitch and I will get ya hit

I got a paper route, a nigga gettin' plenty bread

Oyster perpetual, you niggas know what time it is

Stance like a b-boy, just like a d-boy

Yeah, I'm a G, boy, you know it's me, boy


[Verse 4: Lloyd Banks]

Uh, I think I'm gon' remain reclined and count

So many girls, it take a hour for me to shout ‘em out

Been coopin' foreigns, the shit I hear been super borin'

Dog, I’m sharp as hundreds with the blue tint on 'em

Shit a phenomenon, I kept my promise

Respect and honest, the grind bought off a neck of diamonds

Shinin', plenty tried, don't got the timing

Bet he out there island hopping

And your lost still in the thousands


[Verse 5: Tony Yayo]

Bottles of Clicquot

Smokin' hookah with eight hoes

Five angel heads on my neck, all froze

Enter visions, interpretations

Watch with your ears

I bought the last watch in the lear

Ask Jacob, ask David, ask Eric the Jeweller

Ask 'Beth in Jersey when I bought my first Muller

I got 'em watchin' me

With the Yacht Master Rollie on

In that new Rolls Royce with the top gone


[Chorus: Young Buck]

I got them watching me, look how I'm moving

I got them watching me, look what I'm doing

Hold up now, they watching me, I keep it moving

And since they watching me, this how I'm doing

Rock and rolling on them