Go Crazy Fat Joe & Remy Ma (Ft. BJ the Chicago Kid & Sevyn Streeter)

[Intro: Fat Joe]
Na, na, na, na, na
I ain't trippin'
I mean your life could change drastically, facts
Women ain't supposed to work, nah
I respect it, though, I respect it
Supposed to enjoy every minute of your life
Let a man do a man's job

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
I know you're feeling type-secure, Instagram model
And at night, you're moving gold bottles
At times it's like the money and fame is more like drugs
And I'm the don of all dons, plug of all plugs
Bein' broke and thirty give a woman the chills
Slip you outta that dress, fell right in them heels
'Cause you so, so, so, so, so, so, so
Fuckin' with a nigga this real
Pink diamonds is dancin' like they walkin' for cancer
Weekends in the Hamptons, wakin' up to get pampered
Hoppin' off the phone, touch of the gold clutch, you so up
And niggas mad you chose up
You fuckin' with the don
Fashion week in Greece and Milan
I'll flood your whole arm with charms
Suites on the Emirates, turkey bacon and eggs benedict
Butter croissant, French benefits, mile high