[Intro]

What wh-wh-what what what, nigga [x7]

Yo.. c'mon with it nigga

This for my nigga right here, strictly for my niggaz

What, turn it up, turn the.. turn the level up



[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]

All we wanna do is make money

That's all that we wanna do

Long as y'all niggaz don't fuck with us

then my crew don't fuck with you (feel me, nigga bounce)

All we wanna do is make money

That's all that we wanna do

Y'all niggaz, if you think about fuckin with us

then my crew gon' fuck with you



[Royce Da 5'9"]

Yo, yo, yo.. how many niggaz wanna be

on the receivin end of a bullet; thugs, keepin it real

Stay heated with steel, I can see dude that you killed

And watch me flee to Brazil

You don't wanna make nothin of this

Naw, I ain't nothin to this, ain't nothin to spit

Fuckin with me gets you nothin but hit

Openin up clutchin the fifth, somethin just niggaz must admit

5'9" nigga with game, knowin all enemy names

Sendin ten at the same shots through ten in your Range

into your brain, hearing at the end of your reign

Uhh, ain't shit sweet

All y'all niggaz gon' know when I finish

that I can get when I put my mind to it

And all y'all niggaz gon' know when I finish

that I can get when I put my nine to it

I'm here to get the goods in mass amounts

Give it back to the hood, pass it out

Get a brand new house, cash it out

Got a problem with it nigga? We can blast it out

You hate this, runnin through holes like shoelaces

Here to make a statement

Even if it means puttin you under the pavement

Drop while I'm foamin at the mouth for dough, money I taste it

Everybody gotta have a heart as core

And it seems that it's always yours

But it never drip-drops in a storm

When it rains it'll always pour (what?)

Y'all niggaz know the deally wit me

All y'all niggaz sound silly to me

And I gotta believe, if you ain't feelin me

That you gotta be harder to please to feel it to me

Feel this, nigga bounce



[Chorus x2: w/ ad libs]



[Royce Da 5'9"]

What, what?  We tryna take over the world

Any nigga with ears that can hear or comprehend

Ain't one nigga livin I'm scared of

All my niggaz'll be jumpin in

And for any nigga thinkin that he out of his shit

Snatched out of his whip

Fed to the dogs, get an ultimatum or pick

As to what he wanna get hit by – the rott or the pitt

Up in the 'burbs, chillin with nothin but birds

We cash checks on the third

And when I say that I'm out for the green

You know a nigga mean every aspect of the word

(Yeah) Walk the street

It's a nigga that stalk you, chatterin your teeth

Runnin your mouth until I pull out with the heat

Tellin you that talk is cheap

And it'll cost you true King of the king

Nigga with more beef than a war chief you can't defeat nor beat

Smile at the sight of a thug, then I go right for the blood

This nigga thought he was cold so I hit him with more heat

(Blaow!) Niggaz don't even deserve to breathe

How the fuck is you servin me?

I'm the nigga with the pump ready to dump all nine shots

until your body turn burgundy – want war nigga?

You don't wanna fuck with this, what's all of this

You might as well un-ball your fist

You think the real niggaz fight with fists?

Let me be the first to tell you that it's all a myth

I ain't playin with y'all niggaz, it ain't a game

Real niggaz recognize the real

So when I aim, I aim to hit

And I came to spit shit you feel

Feel this (feel me)



[Chorus] x2: w/ ad libs]



[Outro]

What wh-wh-what what what, nigga [x15]

What, nigga, what, nigga

What wh-wh-what what what, nigga!