Yo, mommy what the deal?
Playin' hardballs with them Platinum Visa's
You the one I need when there's beef, street blaster
My Bentley cruise the block, with the sun roof top
Bodies all chopped up
Crushin' your Benz, crushin' your Navigator system
Mess with many, but if he ain't the realer
See cause y'all be driving' Jaguars
And the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce
Soldier, cash money, rule your world
(Everyday all day)
I'm saying though, let's play it through
Braveheart y'all scared of us, real niggas, they be us
See cause y'all be driving' Jaguars
Nothin' cheaper, got them Platinum Visa's
Hot boy
Ruff Ryders scream it loud, daddy is you with it
Nothin' cheaper, got them Platinum Visa's
I'm switching gears
Hot boyz
What's topping that?
Fuck it though, I'm honest yo
I be lovin' you like endlessly
Gangsta, true to your gang, street master
Brickhouse stallions, keep thugs open wide, huh
When them bodies pop up, I ain't getting' locked up
Escobar CB on bikes
Felony, misdemeanor
Hot boyz
See cause y'all be driving Lexus jeeps
See cause y'all be driving Lexus jeeps
Headlights, shine so bright
Now look at a nigga and peel off fast (come on)
If your team can't handle my bitches then we gon' ride
Word you got your girlfriend
Where you live, is it by yourself?
That keep a long blast (blast)
Is that your car, the SK-8?
Baby you got what I want
Can you treat me good, I won't settle for less
Feds send in a decoy, pack that heat boy
Uh, forty side felony
Got some friends, can they come too?
Hot boy
Know the job ain't getting done, until the body getting drugged out
Slightly bugged out, fuck with his tongue out
Yo only take 'em thugged out
A hot boy, a rock boy, on top boy
Come get me, get me, don't diss me, don't trick me
I cook boy, I'll give you more
A fun toy, tote a glock boy
I'm a fly girl, and I like those
And the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps
Ain't no heat fuckin' hotter than the heat a nigga hold
Them fiends want that deep boy
Get your mama's house shot up
And I like those
He's a hot boy, Missy sing it out and I'm gon' spit it
The charge is murder
I think you really should be told that I deal with long shafts
You a hot boy, a rock boy
Word, she can get it too
What's your name, cause I'm impressed?
Can you hook them up wit' some boyz like you
But up in the sheets with me aiight
Play your part and I'll keep it tight
Bitches freeze like deers
Can I move with you, do you need some help?
And the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps
Hit it till its numbness
Get a tingle in my spine, wet spot only he knows
Push ya where ya rest in peace boy
Hot boyz
Hood rats jumpin' on my jock cause I blew up the spot
Hot boyz
Huh, S-4-3-0 keep me on my toes
Baby you got what I want
Getting cinematic with it
I ain't with it, with it
Won't you really come and satisfy me
Hot boy, keep me right
Playin' hardballs with them Platinum Visa's
Niggas if you got it, hit it
And the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce
Ain't afraid to stop a cat, plus pop a cat, huh
Baby you got what I want
Baby you got what I want
Baby you got what I want
Baby you got what I want
Fuck the dumbness
Where else you gonna be in the middle of the night
It's Nas in your area, Queens 'bout to tear it up
Are you riding alone, can I be your date?
'Illadelph's best E-V-E stay committed
My QB piece make y'all niggas tuck you're shit in
