(fet. Clipse, Pharell Williams, Tre-Little)



[Pharell]

Nah man, we don't take our chains off...nah

We're here to make noise!

We're here to make noise

With VA and Detroit boys

We're here to make noise

We're here to make noise!

Nigga, we're here to make noise

With VA and Detroit boys



[Pusha T]

Twin Nina Ross sisters

Promise to never miss ya

Hit ya thirty-four times to make your skin blister

Extended clips, cocked back quick to chrome sisters

You wild fire gunnin' bin barrels with rogue pistols

Walkin' contradiction like "quiet noise"

No words eyes blurred with my diamonds pores

Four karats in these ears make you call your boys

While I'm surrounded by bitches with guns and sex toys

Blind love for money, head, and warm steel

Coke off the boat wrapped in banana peels

Life's so pricey, it's sendin' ya body chills

And we baptize cars, put hollows through windshields



[Hook x2 - Pharell]

I'm Mr. Baller, nigga

I'm Mr. Baller

What's you talkin' bout nigga you see a baller

Fuck that bullshit nigga cuz I'm a baller

I take on all y'all nigga

Now that's a baller



[Tre-Little]

Hollow tip what?

Y'all cats don't want none

I wanna see God, first come and meet my gun

Life's a bitch

Diamonds to shine (fucka) to shit

Detroit, paradise if you roll wit my clique

Otherwse, it's hell

Ain't no escapin' the trips

They gotta gun, good

You'a need it in the land of the trench

Pick 'em up, fuck 'em up

Every man for theyself

Unless you cheat wit a crew similar to myself

We in the "to be" killa zone, playin' the D

Lovin' the D

Out-a-towners hatin'