The Profit

What the fuck, boy? Bitch ass niggaz, they can't stop us
And nigga, my band let 'em blow like twofers, yeah
Bitch, I'm paid, forget about it
Profit, p-p-profit, the profit
We the Puerto Rican version of La Costra Nostra

Oh yeah, you ready for war, then what's stoppin' you?
Picture me, Lil' Eazy E, pistol fahrenheit

Or that big black thing wit the slippers on that bullshit

Profit, p-p-profit, the profit

I'm gettin' money, I'm the President Junior
I knock your earth off, damn, where ya globe at?
In the hood, they call me 'Joey, The Profit'

I hope you know them Bentley doors' not chopperproof

Gotta be Novocaine on this motherfucker's shit ones
In the hood, they call me 'Joey, The Profit'
He might be the police comin' up with assumptions
Stand in the line of fire, it's gonna to be hell

First you cop it, then you cook it, then you chop it
First you cop it, then you cook it, then you chop it
Cook, I got 'em, I g-g-got 'em, I got 'em
What the fuck, boy? Bitch ass niggaz, they can't stop us

I'm strapped up, plenty bullets, nigga, hold that
Take your kids for ransom, yeah, it's payback
First you cop it, then you cook it, then you chop it

Literally niggaz comin' off wit them chains

Now you steppin' out in led shower, where your robe at?
We turn a profit, p-p-profit, the profit
If you listen close, my niggaz, you bound to see a profit
The money home, stop hatin', get your money on, nigga
This year All Star Weekend was off the chain

We turn a profit, p-p-profit, the profit
Yeah, in the hood they call me 'Joey, The Profit'

Next time I front you some birds, you better pay crack
Dippin' on them bitches, get off dick, you soft pricks
If you listen close, my niggaz, you bound to see a profit
Yeah, in the hood they call me 'Joey, The Profit'
If you don't bring me some ki's or bring me 50 large
And they go bratatat just like them bullets dancin'
We gettin' money, man, I'll show you how to turn profit
We turn a profit, p-p-profit, the profit

What the fuck, boy? Bitch ass niggaz, they can't stop us
The streets love me, see they named me Coca
Young Money Weezy, Terror era
And dog, I've been hustlin' since the day I was barkin'
We turn a profit, p-p-profit, the profit
We makin' profit, p-p-profit, profit
What? Shit, I don't know nothin'
Young Wayne in the buildin', where your stove at?

What the fuck, boy? Bitch ass niggaz, they can't stop us
We get it poppin' back to Roxbury in Boston
Cook 'em up, strap 'em down, where the road at?
And in the hood, they call me 'Weezy, The Future'
We gettin' money, man, I'll show you how to turn profit

And in the hood, they call me 'Weezy, The Future'
Then his jaw dropped like Napoleon Dynamite

Come up short wit my dough, I'm 'bout to pull a Manson
In the hood, they call me 'Joey, The Profit'
The money knows me better then anybody
If you listen close, my niggaz, you bound to see a profit
You can find me in the kitchen with my apron on
Yeah, it's Coca, baby, coke season
I walk in this bitch like what it do
We makin' profit, p-p-profit, profit
I'm sittin' in the Coupe wit the titties outted, the nipples chrome
Jack boy, I been since I'm a toddler
And everybody that's around me will shoot ya
Put the devi to his chest, homey going die tonight
If you listen close, my niggaz, you bound to see a profit
Profit, p-p-profit, the profit
Yeah, in the hood they call me 'Joey, The Profit'
I'm from New Orleans, homeless but don't forget
Yeah, in the hood they call me 'Joey, The Profit'
You're dancin' wit the Devil, tonight's your last night
All I know is this nigga here is about to meet God
My dad was sleepin', I was runnin' through his pockets
If listen close, my nigga, you might see the future

Joey, the mayor, I get ki's to the city

The sun even shines on dog shit
Fuck the coach, I keep shootin' like Kobe

Somethin' like a chef, yeah, I get my Raekwon on
We makin' profit, p-p-profit, profit
L.A. County, got work in Slawson
Profit, p-p-profit, the profit
First you cop it, then you cook it, then you chop it
I'm New York's livin' legend, the streets know me well
And I got 'em cheap, the whole hood could come with me, nigga
We makin' profit, p-p-profit, profit
We gettin' money, man, I'll show you how to turn profit
Clap, I got 'em, I g-g-got 'em, I got 'em