Lyrics

[Intro] Woah, woah, watch what you doing, sir, watch the gates, man Oh my bad, my bad This is Armani, right here This is tailormade, man, this ain't that Jamaica Avenue shit (hardly, hardly) You know? Hand me my cup flakes [Verse] I'm simply the best, I got a beam with the stuff I take dimes up off the math, and put a million in his smile Let's talk money, move when the beast come out My nigga, I'm what the East about (50 Cent) All these serious radios stock three dollars and shit Now it's up the nine, yeah, nigga, yeah I make a mill' here, blow a mill' there Prolly with exec's doing lunch in the lair Y'all niggas get to stay in the hood, I'on care (damn) I'm out in Beverly Hills, I'm cool right here I'm still single 'til I find the baddest bitch in the planet Jay got Beyoncé, JD got Janet Everything you see going down, nigga, I plan it I'd explain it to you homie, but you wouldn't understand it It's the king, 50, grrah [Outro] Yeah, it's the union, haha Grrah, it's PI, deal on the West, Spider Loc, what up nigga? Haha (Jay Built, that biz'!) Violator Kill, kill, Mike Lighty