Aiyyo Jay word up; these motherfuckers 
Fuckin talkin that comeback shit like they cookin crack 
Shit I ain't frontin all I want my pockets green like slum change 
Yaknahmsayin? Front the roll we roll back like rubbers motherfucker 
For real; with no trace of AIDS 
We keep our pockets fully blown Roc A Fella click nigga 

Aiyyo we pattin down pussy from Sugarhill to the Shark Bar 
Fuck a bitch D in the marked car 
We got the bad bitches gaspin for air in Aspen 
Searchin for aspirin when I ask then, we swing 
You cling we do our thing and bring 
Sling your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing 
East coast hostess hostile colossal, money flarin 
like nostrils for drug dealin apostles, huh 
Al Pacino down to Nino Brown 
Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the board like poquino 
Teflon, make sure your jammy is full 
Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami with pull 
Tropical leaves where I got a few keys 
with my man I'll stock a few G's, now it'