[Intro: DJ Khaled]
Money long, the night is young, another one
The world is ours, DJ Khaled
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
I know a lot of niggas in here probably hate me right now
But I'll drink to that, I'll drink to that
That ain't gon' change a thing, no
Still gon' do my thing
I'm still, yeah yeah, still gon' go and get mine
Still gon' keep on winning, still gon' keep it 100 every time
I'm still, I'm still eating when them niggas throw shots
I'm still, I'm still still gon' end up on top, I'm still, pussy ass niggas stop hating
[Verse 1: Wale]
Ralph, uh, niggas be women like hoes be women, look at me close, there is no sympathy
Those with envy be throwing subliminal quotes, I'd rather them warring with me
If only I hate them like Tony Montana, except, no Manolo
She love me for another cuelo, these dudes is snakes these women is vultures
Who am I to trust, who gon' ride for me?
Who gon' light somebody's body up? When I be like "Yup", they squeeze
Comfortably and that new custom piece, my Tisci t-shirt a couple of G's
I talked to a bunch of G's just like a frozen tundras pitch
And the Lambo feel when a real nigga doing 110 tryna skrr in it, yeah
And the world so ill when the boy get funny over money or a girl on ya, uh
Let it marinate, uh, Wal', let me curate, uh, let them niggas hate
But never ever let a women tell a nigga "Wait"' uh, sway
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Most of these niggas ain't raw, most of these ain't popping
Most of these niggas ain't balling, most of these niggas they starving
Talking cars and, what the fuck? They don't even got 'em
So high don't see no problems, bitch I'm on them trees like Tarzan
Aw man, I want all my cheese like Robin
Shrimp or calamari, I'm a young nigga with options
Mm, and you close but y'all ain't close enough
In the VIP call me the poster child for posting up
Top floor suite we going up, D.A.F. I'm dope as fuck
Woo, hundred bottles coming, that mean a hundred bottles getting opened up
Rolex face all frozen, expect y'all to hate, y'all ain't supposed to love it
She backing up, like a Tonka truck
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: DJ Khaled]
Fuck boy, I kept it real, came up, wake up, feeling blessed
Pockets full, no stress, at the shop, we the best
Cutting checks, eating good, loving life, projects all night
I'm still, I'm still gon' shine bright in that limelight
[Verse 4: Ace Hood]
Okay now it's no more Mr. Nice Guy, if you niggas couldn't see me in the day time
Girl you got a better chance getting a day job, your career wouldn't blow away the napalm
Silly motherfucker, who knows how to win the game on the buzzer?
I'm the type to make a whole lot of money, buy a whole new crib cause I'm bored as a mother
And it's still fuck hater
Still gon' ball like Kobe from the Lakers
Still we the best, and it's still hood nation
And I'm still gonna smoke even if I'm on papers
[Chorus]
