I told Swizz they ain't ready for the smoke (oh!) Still got niggas that be pointin' guns at the got a picture of your auntie in my photos That was you in the building when she was hoppin' out my Shit, but you like 19 now? But you probably still never had 19 thou' In my day I had to to bring the white fiends down some crackheads around, just to wipe the V down Why drink Rose when Jay got Free Leek he was with me the day up in Aces of pretty watches with the frozen up faces We got them lawyers we can call just to close up the Shit, I'm from Harlem, I stunt in is outrageous Went up in the just to cop somethin' outrageous Yeah we got parents, but the drug raised us And shit, I prayed to God, but the lord never us So we stuck what we stuck, what was fuckin' that? I pack guns with shoulder stocks with the attached We take trips to different places with the butler Or playback the Maybach, press a button
Oh my, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my Oh my, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my
Supreme Court hearings, new McLarens Suede pipe seats, Tiptronic Baby is art that come with no commission Could be a blind man, but you gotta know the Private jets just to blow the Parden me I been accused of male chauvinism Gettin' head in the whip, and no collisions Never lackin' 'cause I keep that loaded with em Shit, you I gotta shout the bros in prison (eastside) My nigga is like a blow magician Shit, he it up and watch it disappear Shit, now it up and let it hit the air (light that up) I was spittin' Ace of all in this bitch's ear I told her, like pretty women Richard Gere Uh, pack and stay fly is a part of us Four packed up in the Benz, it's like a party bus All this tough talk, but niggas as hard as us I cook at the kitchen, watch it harden up
Oh my, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my Oh my, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my My, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my