[Chorus: x2]
Yeah, (I got the shoes wit' the matchin' fit check)
Yeah, (I got them jewels lookin' phat around my neck)
Yeah, (Take a picture) click, click
(Take a picture) click, click
(Check me out!) Yeah, I know what I'm doin'

[Rick Ross]
Started wit' a nick then I seen a hundred bricks
Started on a corner, now a nigga 106
Heroin ain't quiet, nah, you can't quiet mine
I got the whole dirty south in line buyin' mine
You know I gotta shine; you just 'bezzle yours
I fifty-carat mine; I'm fuckin' several whores
When you hear the (brrrr), you know I got the sack
'Cause when I hit the (brrrr), he always got the packs
M-I-Yayo, I'm gettin' cake, ho
If you don't love Cash Money, you can stay broke
Fifty on the chain, twenty for the piece
A grand for the bitch, the whip is not a lease
You know I'm stuntin' hard Phantom in the front yard
Put Ross on the front just to front hard
Cash Money money comin' on freight liners
Cash Money got me buyin' these great diamonds

[Chorus: x2]

[Birdman]
We got the swine wit' the suede on top
The money keep a-comin', nigga; peep the drop tops
The white keep cookin', and the beige raw rock
And we flip the whole bird mama cookin' out the pots
Keep the tool in my hand 'cause we get it 'round the clock
Untangle few knots, but we still flood the blocks
Them niggaz poppin' shit, but they know we stay cocked
And if they ever play wit' me, I'm gettin' another till dropped
Two-fifty on the grill, spent the same on the watch
Them hos see us winnin' so you know they gon' flock
I bought another island wit' them foreign head lights
I scored a hundred birds, and they flew the same night
Them laws keep a-watchin' so we shinin' so bright
Got the tags on the windows and them brand new bikes
Big Money Heavyweight, nigga, that's my life
Neighborhood superstars got the candy on the whips and the bike, nigga

[Chorus: x2]

[Lil Wayne]
Started wit' some hubbers, twelve years old
Man, I swear to God I was twelve years old
My mama didn't know, and Stunna ain't know 'bout it
Till the day I got shot, they found some money in my pocket
Yeah, I know a nigga named Big Rufus that'll break ya off
Them niggaz runnin' up the terminal, we takin' off
They say that money turn a model bitch into a dog
And I got a couple Eva Pigfords in my backyard
Nigga, I mack hard; bitch, I'm a bad boy
Fuck a security guard, I turn 'em into track stars
You know my name, baby, that's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if that nigga hatin' on ya, then fuck him, baby
I tell 'em, fuck 'em, girl
Eighteen inch windows in my crib; you'll see the whole world
Bitch, what you tryin' a do?
I haven't spent a check yet off Tha Carter Two
I am that fuckin' dude, now who the fuck are you?

[Chorus: x2]

Writer : Jones, Tristan / Roberts, William Leonard / Williams, Bryan / Carter, Dwayne / Najm, Faheem
Copyright : Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.