[Verse 1: Troy Ave]
I know it's been a while since you heard it like this
The boy can't miss, Rolex on the wrist
Bezel on wrist, 'bout time the real returned, we still exist
Now you wear those, return it when you was at risk
Tight jeans for boys wasn't popular
Unless you was in the boy's, man, stop it, bruh
Too much fashion raps sayin' this and that
No clothes in facts, everybody's in the trap
But they ain't never sold no drugs, for really though
Cause they was dead broke in they first video
YouTube don't lie, sort it like numbers
I been gettin' money for the past eight summers
Bought a Benz all cash, ho picked up a Hummer
And to think, we wasn't even twenty-oner
That's not a word, now you know how I feel when these absurd
Rappers talk about things that never occurred
Damn it, the nerve, you ain't never brandished a bird
Or guns on your enemies and gave them what they deserve
Let a nigga try me, they die, B
Ain't nothin' sweet, I be on it like diabetes
Givin' shots, (-) was givin' props
Sometimes I had to take them in the form of blocks
Property, buy and sell like Monopoly
No top hat, top back and she toppin' me
She bein' a vixen, all-star attender
Cake like my birthday, that's in November
23rd, I'm a Sag, I'm a swerve
Whole lot of horsepower, parkin' on the curb
Hoes want to floss out a coupe wit' a bird
Call that the Porsche power, mean every word
I do this, might change my name to Brutus
Cut down the beef, now the money flow fluid
[Hook: Troy Ave]
Bunch of Louis luggage, still your boy never trip
Gettin' chips, so it's only right I come through all dripped
Opposites get the lip and get to hold entire clip
Don't start nothin' and it won't be no shit
I'm 'bout it, I'm 'bout it, I'm 'bout it, I'm 'bout it, I'm 'bout it
I'm 'bout it, and I have no limit when I give it like, 'Uhh'
[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
We made it, yeah, motherfuckers, we made it
I can't believe this shit
A hundred on the wrist, two hundred on the neck
Yo, five on the whip, three milli up in Escrow
I been flippin' bricks since Nas was called Esco
All eyes on me like a nigga on Death Row
Out of range shots in niggas, the broads steppin' on drape
Then the (-) popped the Cs from Lebanon
Joe been a don, shit is realer than you think
Still ain't seen a nigga dive in a pool in a mink
Fuck you done to that shit? That ain't really chinchilla
This is Joey Crack shit, ain't a nigga been realer?
And I'm 'bout it, 'bout it everyday, three burners
Dare touch the powder, or you gon' see murder
Ever had a bitch bustin' off from givin' head?
Woke up in the Ritz, ten bitches in the bed
Niggas rockin' Jordans, but you ain't never meet the brother
You ain't that important, shit, I still got his beeper number
American cartel, never leave a witness
Everythin' must go like you're goin' out of business
Trips to Dubai, bedrooms on the first class
Showers in the sky, reminiscenin' on my first pack
Far as projects, tryin' to get it all off
You can get it hard white, or you can get it all soft, it's coke
[Hook]
