[Intro: Royce da 5'9", Lil Wayne sample, & DJ Green Lantern]
The hottest— hottest under the sun (Nasty, baby)
(*Brrr!*) Dad! (*Brrr! Brrr!*)
Royce da 5'9"!
Ain't nobody fucking with me, man
This is a Invasion!
A-A-And you already know that, pimpin'
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
Bar exam 2, nigga! It's a motherfucking holiday, bitches!
(*Brrr!*) Dad! (*Brrr! Brrr!*) Somebody gon'— tonight
A-A-And you already know that, pimpin'
You are now listening to the sounds of a man that doesn't give a fuck!
Ayy, it's (yenoM hsaC) Records, man, a lawless gang
Royce da 5'9"
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I got money on my mind (Ah), that's why I'm twice on my grind (Grind)
I'm nice 'cause I rhyme like it's my life on that line (Line)
The second I'm provoked, I snap into a point that ain't controllable
Then, it's either war or another quotable (Ah)
Don't let me get a hold of you dudes, I murder you on camera
Get Kelly's lawyer and get a mole removed (Aha)
I probably shouldn't have said that—fuck y'all!
On the record, off the record—if I'm on the record, I'ma off the record (Ah)
I need a push when I'm tired of rhyming
Go 'head—diss me, 'cause me and George Bush got a lot in common
We both got no sense, we love to go to war
And we stay looking for weapons of mass destruction (Tss, ah)
This industry is Hilary Clinton, literally—listen
You ain't got no choice now—roll with a nigga
If you twisted enough to picture a devil mixed
With a angel that's sick, drunk inside a Range Ro'—that's this
Wish I could stick every rapper in this bitch in the building
Let 'em cypher while I fly a plane through that bitch (Tss, ah)
'Cause I hate y'all, I'm tri-polar with the eight-ball
I want you on my album, I'll pull out the K and make y'all (Brrrat!)
In case y'all wanna share my light
I'ma tell it like it is—fuck it, it's my Jeremiah Wright (Yessir)
I'm a motherfucking problem, I don't care if y'all don't like
Times three, nigga—I'm me, nigga
The hottest— hottest under the sun (Nasty, baby)
(*Brrr!*) Dad! (*Brrr! Brrr!*)
Royce da 5'9"!
Ain't nobody fucking with me, man
This is a Invasion!
A-A-And you already know that, pimpin'
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
Bar exam 2, nigga! It's a motherfucking holiday, bitches!
(*Brrr!*) Dad! (*Brrr! Brrr!*) Somebody gon'— tonight
A-A-And you already know that, pimpin'
You are now listening to the sounds of a man that doesn't give a fuck!
Ayy, it's (yenoM hsaC) Records, man, a lawless gang
Royce da 5'9"
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I got money on my mind (Ah), that's why I'm twice on my grind (Grind)
I'm nice 'cause I rhyme like it's my life on that line (Line)
The second I'm provoked, I snap into a point that ain't controllable
Then, it's either war or another quotable (Ah)
Don't let me get a hold of you dudes, I murder you on camera
Get Kelly's lawyer and get a mole removed (Aha)
I probably shouldn't have said that—fuck y'all!
On the record, off the record—if I'm on the record, I'ma off the record (Ah)
I need a push when I'm tired of rhyming
Go 'head—diss me, 'cause me and George Bush got a lot in common
We both got no sense, we love to go to war
And we stay looking for weapons of mass destruction (Tss, ah)
This industry is Hilary Clinton, literally—listen
You ain't got no choice now—roll with a nigga
If you twisted enough to picture a devil mixed
With a angel that's sick, drunk inside a Range Ro'—that's this
Wish I could stick every rapper in this bitch in the building
Let 'em cypher while I fly a plane through that bitch (Tss, ah)
'Cause I hate y'all, I'm tri-polar with the eight-ball
I want you on my album, I'll pull out the K and make y'all (Brrrat!)
In case y'all wanna share my light
I'ma tell it like it is—fuck it, it's my Jeremiah Wright (Yessir)
I'm a motherfucking problem, I don't care if y'all don't like
Times three, nigga—I'm me, nigga
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