"So hot.. I'm burnin up" (4X)
 [J. Mega]
 Who got ya? With flows like aqua
 Mega ?? sit the imposter, bound to prosper
 Hits we got a lot-a, sippin on straight vodka, puffin chaka
 Lust to conquer, nigga, I'ma monster
 Call me Ontra for short, I'm confident
 As far as this, nice no arguments
 Rock garments, raw contents
 Its obvious, we about to cop cars from this
 Rock continents, money over margin and the consequence
 Niggas never starve again, its marvelous
 Be a heart-throb with chicks
 The drama shit, y'all niggas hate
 But I'ma do my thing, to beat fate
 Ten-room joint, leave your name at the gate
 Gold brunches at one G a plate
 Chorus
 [Greg Valentine]
 Yo; I'm on the rise like hot air
 It don't stop there, so popular I glare
 Hoes stop to stare, they volunteer
 To come out of their underwear
 For this debonair, nigga with millionaire flair
 Are you through fuckin with them lame-ass queers?
 Ya need for a true baller severe
 In my wardrobe, there's Cartier
 Pierre Cardans on my Cardigans
 Black sedans, in the summer the sports coupe
 Master plan for a brother to score loot
 Goin all out pursuit for a house on the hill
 I conjure up a thousand ways to make me a mill
 I don't give a fuck if time sits still, I keep strivin
 European cars I'm drivin
 Top of the line shit, six V-12's and better
 My people got their shit together, lets get this cheddar
 Chorus
 [J. Mega]
 B-K baby, all the way baby
 Mixin Hennesey with the Alizay baby
 G.V. baby, Larry, baby. Don't swing the air thing, gravy, baby
 For instincts, every joint gainin interest
 From the entrance, we came different
 Now every whip come with gloss, fully tinted
 Went from wishes to paid expenses
 Six digits, the way we roll tremendous
 Sip Guinness, Brooklyn dukes, no gimics
 Just vintage rap shit, beyond the limits
 Lips splendid, money comes I spend it
 You want in, dukes? I got you in a minute
 [Greg Valentine]
 Yo, yo; we some slick talkin, New Yorkin
 Quick walkin, chicks hawkin, pumpin our's in they walkmans
 Often, sex women in the loft and show them hoes whose boss
 And pussy scorchin; flossin, like fight night in Vegas
 Ice sparklin like Sammy Davis
 Some praise us, others player-hate us
 Jealous niggas, the hell with you niggas
 Chorus