[Intro: Ma$e]
Yo, yo, this Ma$e, you know what I'm saying?
You got niggas that don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggas that don't wanna see me rich
You got niggas that's mad 'cause I'm always with they bitch
Then you got niggas that just don't like me
You know the— those PHD niggas
But you know, I pop a lot of shit, but I back it up, though
See, it's a difference, a lot of niggas pop shit
But a lot of niggas don't make hits
But it's like this whole Bad Boy shit
We come to bring it to y'all niggas
Me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever, Black Rob
If you want to dance, we dance

[Verse 1: Ma$e]
Now, trick, what? Lace who? That ain't what Ma$e do
Got a lot of girls that'd love to replace you
Tell you to your face, boo, not behind your back
Niggas talk shit, we never mind that
Funny, never find that, Puff a dime stack
Write hot shit and make a nigga say, "Rewind that"
Niggas know, we go against the Harlem Gigolo
Get your ho, lick her low, make the bitch hit the door
I represent honeys with money, fly guys with gems
Drive with the tints that be thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay, so I look both ways
Cop say it's okay, my tint smoke gray
No way nigga leave without handing me my shit
Got plans to get my Lamb' and my 6
Niggas out the pen'll understand this shit
Pop champagne like I won a championship
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