[Intro: Ma$e & 50 Cent]
Yayo
Buck
Spider Loc
Banks, M-O-B-B
M.O.P., 50 Cent
Ya'll niggas know what it is, man
Don′t make me wake the building up
Ha ha
Yea
Yea
Uh
Check cleared, one-two, one-two
Check cleared, one-two, one-two
Ma$e
You got the money?
Ha ha ha ha
Yea, check cleared, one-two, one-two
Check cleared, one-two, one-two, uh
G-G-G-G (Uh) you know what it is, nigga (Yea)
Yea, yea
[Verse 1: Ma$e]
I got my own money nigga, got no use for Puffy
Had to Samurai the roof cause the coup was stuffy, call Q
You know what to do, nigga put Brandy on the phone
You know the ho used to love me, talk slick
The corner's tuck me
Or the ATF, hit the church and a nigga come cuff me, what's beef?
You don't see me
Run up on [?], what's beef? shots in the window, can't get to your ruger, what's beef?
A nigga see you ten cars down
Run that car down, and do something to ya and if your man joy ridin', he better enjoy hidin', why?
Or he gon' wish he never knew ya, I take a dime from the sewer to a wine connoisseur, why she like Ma$e? nigga my shine's kinda bluer
You wonder why she wanna creep with the fella, you know the ice, more the money the deeper the yellow and I'm the first one to get brains
And niggas came in this game and still trick change
And I ain't got to explain, broads run for the G4
Cause they can′t afford to miss Spain
And the boy been in this lane 'fore my nigga Fifth came
Never touch biscane just [?] silly risk game
And now the world is talkin' right, my last chamberly morsen light
But she so stuck on Ma$e she still slidin off tonight
And for that
She gon' be horsed tonight, she said
"Ma$e I'm more like the swallowin' type"
You probably right but I'm more the super modelin' type
And I still got the babyface without the beard yet, son a millionaire and he ain't even reached a year yet
No plane baby seat, hanging on the lear yet
Call UPS ask 'em if the check cleared yet
Yayo
Buck
Spider Loc
Banks, M-O-B-B
M.O.P., 50 Cent
Ya'll niggas know what it is, man
Don′t make me wake the building up
Ha ha
Yea
Yea
Uh
Check cleared, one-two, one-two
Check cleared, one-two, one-two
Ma$e
You got the money?
Ha ha ha ha
Yea, check cleared, one-two, one-two
Check cleared, one-two, one-two, uh
G-G-G-G (Uh) you know what it is, nigga (Yea)
Yea, yea
[Verse 1: Ma$e]
I got my own money nigga, got no use for Puffy
Had to Samurai the roof cause the coup was stuffy, call Q
You know what to do, nigga put Brandy on the phone
You know the ho used to love me, talk slick
The corner's tuck me
Or the ATF, hit the church and a nigga come cuff me, what's beef?
You don't see me
Run up on [?], what's beef? shots in the window, can't get to your ruger, what's beef?
A nigga see you ten cars down
Run that car down, and do something to ya and if your man joy ridin', he better enjoy hidin', why?
Or he gon' wish he never knew ya, I take a dime from the sewer to a wine connoisseur, why she like Ma$e? nigga my shine's kinda bluer
You wonder why she wanna creep with the fella, you know the ice, more the money the deeper the yellow and I'm the first one to get brains
And niggas came in this game and still trick change
And I ain't got to explain, broads run for the G4
Cause they can′t afford to miss Spain
And the boy been in this lane 'fore my nigga Fifth came
Never touch biscane just [?] silly risk game
And now the world is talkin' right, my last chamberly morsen light
But she so stuck on Ma$e she still slidin off tonight
And for that
She gon' be horsed tonight, she said
"Ma$e I'm more like the swallowin' type"
You probably right but I'm more the super modelin' type
And I still got the babyface without the beard yet, son a millionaire and he ain't even reached a year yet
No plane baby seat, hanging on the lear yet
Call UPS ask 'em if the check cleared yet
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