take 'em off for me?" She said she a boss, she ain't talkin' If it ain't about money, why we wastin' time? [Fat Joe - Verse 2] Neck on froze, thanks
t be missin' nobody 'Specially if it ain't Styles, 'Kiss or nobody Busta, Nore, Swizz or nobody If it ain't Drag, Kim or Fat Joe I could care less if
[Fat Joe] Yeah, uh I don't give a fuck, fuck you Fuck you rappers, fuck the industry Fuck anybody who don't fuck with me, CRACK Hahaha, this is the Pendemic
he's a celebrity He ain't tryin' to start something He is into menage crushin' But she ain't tryin' hear nothin' fears nothin' But her impulse is scared money
heat right back Nigga [Chorus] [Fat Joe] Yo, if Suge rapped how hard would it be But he don't, so the closest thing you got is me Ain't no damn near
with the weapons and hoodies Listen we don't pay admission and bouncers don't check us And we walk around the metal detectors And there really ain't
my neighborhood south sider Out here we hustle til we touch it It's all about a come up If ain't no money in it we don't fuck with it Gangsta Gangsta,
on da block like, I sell aranathum Do you want it raw? Or do want me to bake em? Get the bag it cut it shop it fuck it it's mothin Got the product the
hate my bad ways But still she blame it on herself for doin' what she done It wasn't fun, she moved us in the ghetto slums So what you think about myself
fiend beat will get you high If it don't go gold too soon, I'll cry If the bass ain't deep, somethin's wrong It must not be a real Too short song 'Cause
bricks, these boys flip tons One time Fat Joe, rest in peace Big Pun This how I do it, do it, spit English and Spanish fluent Then if you don't know,
gotta do to get that cash. She a money maker, so she get dat cheese, shake it like a tamborine just like he- make it rain like Fat Joe if he aint kiddin
the middle of the dance floor Reckless, check it, said it, like my necklace, started relaxin' Now, that's what the hell I call a chain reaction See, money ain't
running the hood and nothing can top it You can Google it and you can search it On how a nigga come and unlock it, impossible to stop it More fire, thunder
the Cris' and a pound of weed It's on, it's on If you're wit' it grab your friends, follow Joe and me 'Cuz it's on, it's on Went in and got the Cris
