Chorus: Nelly]


I see you niggaz ain·t rentin and leasin these cars


Frontin like you buy and buy and buy and buy ·em


Claimin that you makin so much paper but I know


That I know that you a liar liar liar liar


Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out


Dip deep into your pockets, let a grand hang out


Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out


If you ballin then quit the stallin, let a grand hang out




[Nelly]


Uhh, uhh, uhh, c·mon!


Hey yo, I pull up so aggressive nigga, hoppin out the thang


Ice drippin wet like I just hopped up out the rain


My picture perfect pose like I hopped up out a frame


Ain·t a coach on the planet that can take me out the game


My heart beats forever like my name was Eddie King


A Midwest rider like my derrty Jesse James


The CEO of Derrty and he go by Cornell Haynes


Mean-muggin all you niggaz like I hopped up out your dame


I·m like uh-oh, there he go-oh


A hundred and twenty up Natural Bridge in that Mo-Mo


Slippin and slidin, look how he ridin pass the po-po


He blazin that fire behind the {?} they don·t know-oh


Whoo! I·m really thinkin of changin my name to Krispy Kreme


I·m do-nuts nigga, let me tell you what I mean


I·m paper chasin, chasin the paper, you chasin dreams


My money gettin stronger like it·s takin Creatine




[Chorus]




[Nelly] Uhh, uhh, uhh




[Young Tru]


My pockets like Wyclef Jean, the +Fu-gees+


We them locksmith boys, we keep a few ki·s


Caterpillar pimp, that butterfly whores


Lamborghini spreewells, butterfly doors


Some·n like McDonald·s when I move in packs


Quarter-Pound Supersized bullets and Big Mac·s


House longer than I-70, arise ten stories


And I still +Rob+ niggaz just like Horry


Everybody hate on Young Tru boy


Cause they know that the nigga on fire fire fire fire


Rap phenomenon - soon as the album drop


artists don·t eat like the month of Ramadan


Derrty this, Derrty that, guess I·m a Derrty cat


Sellin niggaz some chickens, rob ·em get the birdies back


Plumber of the game, that flood the state


In a stretch Phantom, with more Windows than Bill Gates


{*echoes*}




[Chorus]




[Nelly] Uhh, uhh, Joey Crack!




[Fat Joe]


Yeah.. they lease and we buy ·em, we peace and they crime


They dyin cause we street, keep heat, and keep firin


Y·all know, top of the world·s my motto (uhh)


Anna Kournikovia, baby girl·s my model (uhh)


All I wanted in life is to be a soldier


Now you can find me with chicks just doin yoga


Meditation that Marley, the hydraulicals


You heard Big, go check the Brown, they might hire you


High definition to any form of telecast


Me and young derrty got plenty hoes and hella cash


All I need is a minute to "Shatter Your Dreams"


And we about to sell more than Avril Lavigne (biatch!)


And all I do is rep the hood where the jugs be


Can·t help it if the folks at MTV love me


Y·all see the T.S. we shinin, come to the B-X we grindin


Y·all wanna be us keep tryin, we buyin, he·s lyin




[Chorus]




[Nelly] Uhh.. uhh, ladies!




[Remy Martin]


We like, fuck, that; I need a stack


And like, forty-nine to go with that


I·m quick to, tell a hoe her flow is wack


The type to, cop the jersey, throw it back


See I can stunt and tell a chick "Yo let your man hang out"


Since he frontin like it·s nothin, let a grand hang out


Fuck a handout, I been gettin {?} since way back


Can·t wait to see they faces when I drop the Maybach


You lyin, you claim you buyin but you rentin and leasin


If you pimpin and niggaz spendin, where·s the paper you


seein?


Stop stallin, I·m ballin, call me Sheryl Swoops


Can·t stand the backseat driver, that·s why I cop the Coupe


Yeah, I been testin law with the darkest tints


So explicit valet had to tip to park the shit (errt!)


I·m like a - block away and the whip be startin (uhh)


Oh God, it·s Remy Martïn!