(feat. Rick Ross & T-Pain)


[Chorus x2: T-Pain]

Yeah (I got the shoes wit' the matchin' fit check)

Yeah (I got them jewels lookin' phat around my neck)

Yeah (Take a picture) Click click

(Take a picture) click click

(Check me out!) Yeah I know what I'm doin'


[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

Started wit' a nick then I seen a hundred bricks

Started on a corner now a nigga 106

Heroin ain't quiet nah you can't quiet mine

I got the whole dirty south in line buyin' mine

You know I gotta shine you just bezzle yours

I Fifty-carat mine I'm fuckin' several whores

When you hear the (brrrr) you know I got the sack

'Cause when I hit the (brrrr) he always got the packs

M-I-Yayo I'm gettin' cake hoe

If you don't love Cash Money you can stay broke

Fifty on the chain twenty for the piece

A grand for the bitch the whip is not a lease

You know I'm stuntin' hard Phantom in the front yard

Put Ross on the front just to front hard

Cash Money money comin' on freight liners

Cash Money got me buyin' these great diamonds


[Chorus x2: T-Pain]


[Verse 2: Birdman]

We got the swine wit' the suede on top

The money keep a-comin' nigga peep the droptops

The white keep cookin' and the beige raw rock

And we flip the whole bird mama cookin' out the pots

Keep the tool in my hand 'cause we get it 'round the clock

Untangle few knots but we still flood the blocks

Them niggaz poppin' shit but they know we stay cocked

And if they ever play wit' me I'm gettin' another till dropped

250 on the grill spent the same on the watch

Them hoes see us winnin' so you know they gon' flock

I bought another island wit' them foreign head lights

I scored a hundred birds and they flew the same night

Them laws keep a-watchin' so we shinin' so bright

Got the tags on the windows and them brand new bikes

Big Money Heavyweight nigga that's my life

Neighborhood superstars got the candy on the whips and the bike nigga


[Chorus x2: T-Pain]


[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

Started wit' some hubbers 12 years old

Maan I swear to God I was 12 years old

My mama didn't know and Stunna ain't know 'bout it

'Til the day I got shot they found some money in my pocket

Yeah... I know a nigga named Big Rufus that'll break ya off

Them niggaz runnin' up the terminal we takin' off

They say that money turn a model bitch into a dog

And I got a couple Eva Pigfords in my backyard

Nigga I mack hard bitch I'm a bad boy

Fuck a security guard I turn 'em into track stars

You know my name baby that's Weezy Fuckin' Baby

And if that nigga hatin' on ya then fuck him baby

I tell 'em fuck 'em girl

18 inch windows in my crib you'll see the whole world

Bitch what you tryna do? I haven't spent a check yet off Tha Carter 2

I am that fuckin' dude now who the fuck are you?


[Chorus x2: T-Pain]


[music to fade]