[Intro]
Okay Slay, you called in the right niggas, man!
Yeah, jump on
Yeah, ah
Kay Slayzzey
Joe Crack I see you out there on the BX baby
Cut cold crack
[Hook: Joe]
Sweat is our cologne (we grindin')
House-landin homes (we ballin')
Duece to the game (we payed 'em)
Hits for y'all to sing (we bring 'em)
Oh my, look what we got
Three boss players chillin in one spot
It's Joe and then we got Joe and then we got Joe
And then - it's whoa-whoa-whoa
[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Yeah, uhh, yo, uhh
I gotta be "The Flyest" like my homie from Q-B
Niggas know the Don be the sickest with jewelry
Niggas seen the TS piece, and got they weight up
Do you see the size of this charm, Mr. Jacob
Nigga get your cake up, wanna get bling'd out
Whether sky-blue or chinchill, I'm minked out
Down in Miami, bitches say they love me
Niggas gettin mad cause the bitches wanna fuck me
Always lend an ear when they man ain't listenin'
Put something mean in they ear to glisten
Put 'em in the kitchen, let 'em get they bake on
Love it how your ass fallin out of the apron
We be makin love on the side of the road
In the back of the Maybach, the curtain is closed
You know how it go, we be laid back puffin the dro
Then it's back to the crib down on Coconut Grove
Youuuu know
Okay Slay, you called in the right niggas, man!
Yeah, jump on
Yeah, ah
Kay Slayzzey
Joe Crack I see you out there on the BX baby
Cut cold crack
[Hook: Joe]
Sweat is our cologne (we grindin')
House-landin homes (we ballin')
Duece to the game (we payed 'em)
Hits for y'all to sing (we bring 'em)
Oh my, look what we got
Three boss players chillin in one spot
It's Joe and then we got Joe and then we got Joe
And then - it's whoa-whoa-whoa
[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Yeah, uhh, yo, uhh
I gotta be "The Flyest" like my homie from Q-B
Niggas know the Don be the sickest with jewelry
Niggas seen the TS piece, and got they weight up
Do you see the size of this charm, Mr. Jacob
Nigga get your cake up, wanna get bling'd out
Whether sky-blue or chinchill, I'm minked out
Down in Miami, bitches say they love me
Niggas gettin mad cause the bitches wanna fuck me
Always lend an ear when they man ain't listenin'
Put something mean in they ear to glisten
Put 'em in the kitchen, let 'em get they bake on
Love it how your ass fallin out of the apron
We be makin love on the side of the road
In the back of the Maybach, the curtain is closed
You know how it go, we be laid back puffin the dro
Then it's back to the crib down on Coconut Grove
Youuuu know
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