The Crackhouse Fat Joe (Ft. Lil Wayne)

[Intro: Dre & Fat Joe]
I'm sleeping on a billion dollars
Coka
I'm eating
Crills mania
I'm eating
I'm sleeping on a billion dollars
And I say right about now New York City

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Oh no, oh Joe, he did it, he's back
In the back of that black Maybach, tripping
Now, blow that motherfucking kush up in the sky
La la la la la la la
Bumping that Kanye, you can't tell me nothing, right?
La la la la la la la la
Hand on the shotgun and I'm riding shotgun
Uzis, banana clips, what, what? I got some
Bullets are wholesale, food stamps, coupons
Yellow mustard Phantom car, it Grey Poupon
I can make it Pacman Jones in here too long
We up a hundred grand whenever I hear a new song
Come one, come on, there's too many ringtones
2.8 what you want me to tell you?
Make it rain, Mary Anna, go and grab an umbrella
-Ella, -ella, -ella, holy shit
So much coke, a nigga have to shovel it
So much coke, a nigga change his government
Now we can all sing along for the fuck of it
Crack, crack, crack, crack