R.N.S

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Vado] Yo, on square floors I serve butter to get a step On my second call from Gudda, got six minutes left Can't talk long, fuck it, told me he was the best Told him on the make up, I got it covered, ya nigga blessed We alright, yacht parties in all white Shaking three small dice Glass tables, the boss life Cigar light, with a broad you call wife Loafers on spice, when I ball, I score lite Room Suite at the Ritz, low for business Reservations at down, frescos, or Flemings Hesitating the shit blow to some gremlins Pulling up in two M's showing the emblem With foreigner plates, your daughter is safe Just send me a quarter mill, we could call it a day Four acres on the hill, bridge crossing the lake Kingpins coming to chill, grill tossing them steaks [Hook: Troy Ave] I don't be playing, I be cooking up the base and heading out the dooor Niggas stay patient, get a little, get complacent, not me I need mooore Steady paper chasin, in the fast lane racing, got to get this dough If your real like me, then you feel like me, on your mark get set, lets gooooo [Verse 2: Vado] Look, Killa made some fresh cut, keep it caught It's not you I don't trust, it's your secret thoughts I don't fuss, save that for peoples' court Reggie Hammond, I pop the clutch in that beetle porsche Simply the off, the cliff, I lead you off Bullets will lead you off, snitching like he the boss Cut your meter off, no time for BS Rol shine in VS, ghost-ride with GS Slime you see us, Hamptons for the week Partying every day, big Mansion by the beach A glass of chardonnay, chicks standing in Celines Two cars away from expanding once a dream Plans, got several, my mans in federal Hoping for five, they got checks, grams and revenue Fam, Im telling you, need cash to live Like the rock notch of caliber, Dame Dash and BIG [Hook: Troy Ave] I don't be playing, I be cooking up the base and heading out the dooor Niggas stay patient, get a little, get complacent, not me I need mooore Steady paper chasin, in the fast lane racing, got to get this dough If your real like me, then you feel like me, on your mark get set, lets gooooo [Verse 3: Jadakiss] Uh, yo, top down on to the next hood Hop out, everything Vivian Westwood Clearly ten steps ahead of whats going on All they do is whisper and point when I throw it on, Corleone Keep em coming, you know Im on my job If it's under a hundred, it can't go in my garage At the hearing, feel it, before you seen it on a vlog Not the head of a gang, niggas know I'm in the mob Do your research, Gaudier t-shirts Stop telling on niggas, that's police work Eye open, CBS, the spots 24 hour CVS Im in the crib that dont show up on the GPS I could kill you, but that'd be a easy death Yes, I'm gonna to get it forever cuz Money ain't one of my problems, and it never was [Hook: Troy Ave] I don't be playing, I be cooking up the base and heading out the dooor Niggas stay patient, get a little, get complacent, not me I need mooore Steady paper chasin, in the fast lane racing, got to get this dough If your real like me, then you feel like me, on your mark get set, lets gooooo