(feat. Jim Jones, Bun B, Clinton Sparks)





[Jim Jones] 

Who's in charge? I'm asking y'all 

Somebody better answer before I blast at y'all 

Live life just as fast as y'all 

But you little niggas know that my cash is tall 

New York like Stoudemire 

You think your hot, well I'm on fire 

The money wash up and I'm tryna dry it 

If a new car drops, then I'm tryna buy it 

Cam front, kinda tired 

Had a bitch last night, left her in the higher 

At the party, music loud 

(?) move the crowd 

Then we Clinton Spark 'em 

Damn right, let my niggas chalk 'em 

All my dogs bite, we gon do the barking 

And the money speak loud, we gon do the talking 

And what you do with the bread 

U went to the ghetto and tell 'em Su Woo bred 

And I'm sorry to say, lift the back now home boy the 'rari today 

Such a horrible day 

(?) Bouquet 

Married to the game, I don't need no bouqeut 

Just a new whip and it got her to pay 

So I tell 'em touche 

Go nigga, Go 

Rozay mo' 

Just got started, tell 'em ten mo' 

With a bitch on my side with some hips like woah 



[Chorus] 

Lemme see you hit the floor (c'mon) 

I know that your with it 

Till ya body sore 

Girl you know you can get it 

I'm gonna play for you tonight like it's your birthday 

Tonight I'm gonna be you're favorite DJ 



Say Go, Go, Say Go DJ 

Say Go, Go, Say Go DJ 

Say Go, Go, Say Go DJ 

Tonight I'm gonna be your favorite DJ 



[Bun B] 

Lights is flashing, cameras filming 

soon as we walked up in the building 

Bopers fainting, haters kneeling 

I smell like money, look like a trillionaire 

and I really don't care how you feeling 

Big-faced hundred dollar bills I'm peeling 

Bottles stacked up to the ceiling 

and I just can't explain the feeling 

Fellas, put your grands up 

Ladies, put your hands up 

We sipping Jimmy Neutron, player, and I can barely stand up 

R.I.P. to the Pimp, you know I rep for UGK 

Get 4 million with Clinton Sparks, your favorite DJ 



[Chorus] 

Lemme see you hit the floor (c'mon) 

I know that your with it 

Till ya body sore 

Girl you know you can get it 

I'm gonna play for you tonight like it's your birthday 

Tonight I'm gonna be you're favorite DJ 



Say Go, Go, Say Go DJ 

Say Go, Go, Say Go DJ 

Say Go, Go, Say Go DJ 

Tonight I'm gonna be your favorite DJ 



[Game] 

Hit 'em with the punchline, hit 'em with the bass 

Blowing that orange kush all in my face 

Glock on my hip, nigga, murder was the case 

Any nigga want drama, boy, I hit 'em with the 'K 

Nigga act cool, nigga, hit 'em with a J 

Swim in that pool, Pat and Ryan all day 

Nigga need work, I got birds in the safe 

Ski mask in the cut hand, keys to the Maybach 

Where you lay at, bitch, I scope I never miss where I spray at 

Underground King, nigga, UGK that 

You should try crack all night, all day that 

Tell me where the weight at 

ZipLock baggies all in the trunk 

Going through the zone blowing that purple stunk 

Its the critics, get it? 

(?) only got straight A's in physics 

Dope boy business, Dope boy flashy 

Chains on my neck, elbows still ashy 

Hood nigga for real 

Ask my nigga Pharrell 

Turning my fingers on, the boy is the raw deal 

Chicks all dimes, the motto is cash peels 

Each one of them off down in Louis Vuitton heels 

Tell 'em muthafuckas that the legend is real 

Sleep next to a dime that I wake up to a meal 

House on the hills 

Where Hurricane lay his head at 

Anywhere in the U.S., that's where I get my bread at 

Nigga play the 9 by my waist, where the lead at? 

Anywhere that I shoot, same spot nigga dig that? 

Yellow take nigga 

Clinton Sparks on the California quake nigga 

When the light on, quick to kill a fake nigga 

Cash Money in my pocket like the Drake nigga (nigga) 



[Chorus] 

Lemme see you hit the floor (c'mon) 

I know that your with it 

Till ya body sore 

Girl you know you can get it 

I'm gonna play for you tonight like it's your birthday 

Tonight I'm gonna be you're favorite DJ 



Say Go, Go, Say Go DJ 

Say Go, Go, Say Go DJ 

Say Go, Go, Say Go DJ