[Chorus: Trey Songz and Busta Rhymes]
I got whatever I signed
You wanna hop in, bitch come and go
Just have to have your mouth wide
If you know that you plan on coming on
On for what you..
And if you think we’re gonna stop
That’s just absurd
My middle finger’s in the sky
Screamin’ fuck a hater til the day a nigga die

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Yea, I got ‘em yellin’ “Oh God, Lord”
Presence fresh, Gillette razor sharp, Tom Ford
Fuck G4s, I charter private Concords
And shoot through the sky like missiles when they dodge ball
Toast them bottles with the booze
Smell and stink like old money buried in the king’s tomb
When you think we smell funny, certain niggas wanna watch ‘em
When it comes to money I’m a rose fragrance, watch the flower blossom
When it comes to bread, y’all niggas know it’s me
I articulate beautiful like a poetry
Hoes bring me that paper just like they owing threes
Triple my revenue, God bless my rosaries
Listen , that’s why your witness and your highness
We’re celebratin’ success and sippin’ on the finest
Most you motherfuckers need to learn to stand behind us
When we come and dismantle you niggas quick and leave you spineless
But that’s for you to digest
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