[Verse 1: The Game, Pharrell Williams]
Far as dough, I'm stuffed with cash, popping like fuckle tags
Rappin' in Belize, Louis Vuitton duffle bags
Guess who home, my n***a Shyne
Straight out the brick house to a brick house
Money flowin' like it's Cristal
Shine on it swiss styles, I'm hood as Kid Styles
My Clair Bomber jacket perfect for the pit stop, it is now
You boys don't want none, release on the blood Glock
They here by, they go numb
Goin' plan no. 1 with the gang no. 2
Start track no. 3 back to ypee MV
Gots the chill, while I stack a mill to the ceiling
Ten gangstas outside, meeting gangstas in the building
One n***a can't stop this motherfuckin' killin'
Hell on earth the repercussion, if blood is spilt on my children
Cowboys and Indians, motherfuck the pilgrims
Infiltrate my squad near every cat buildin'

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams, The Game]
They don't want none
Don't make a n***a pull Glocks and bust shots
Spin that black ghost around the block
They don't need none
We got pills for days
Give a bitch chills and thrills for days
Know I mean?
Let 'em have some
Ace of Spades by the fountains
Kush by the ounces, marijuana mountains
In a week I'm
We bringin' the funk
Yo B, let 'em know
Money Gang uh
[Verse 2: Shyne, Pharrell Williams]
Fish out the cooker, bein' busy for the pussy
In the kitchen with the cook of blood yea, then you rough us
You fuckin' hookers, y'all a bunch of Ashton Kutcher's
With the finger tag backs, you ain't jackin' that
Yo Game, I'm laughin' at these coppers turned shoters, imagine that
You're mad a fuckin' life happen at
You's the only one there, I swear
Stuck the blood clut cryin'
I'm in Belize with Game when these shots fired in this silence
Y'all motherfuckaz singin'
I've see the paperwork, you a fuckin' pigeon, no kidding
Count clood to the ceilin'
George Jackson shit, Vic, Vag, villain
Hopin' every cell they creepin'
County fuckin' with me, I'm the best livin'
They don't want none
Don't make a n***a pull Glocks in the shots
Spin that black ghost around the block

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams, The Game]
They don't want none
Don't make a n***a pull Glocks and bust shots
Spin that black ghost around the block
They don't need none
We got pills for days
Give a bitch chills and thrills for days
Know I mean?
Let 'em have some
Ace of Spades by the fountains
Kush by the ounces, marijuana mountains
In a week I'm
We bringin' the funk
Yo B, let 'em know
Money Gang uh
[Verse 3: The Game]
Check it, what the blood clot?
N***a blood got Ferrari's and Lambo's parked outside the drug spot
Survived five shots, you know that
When bitch n***as died, they cried
Cause they had to pay for that
Payers took it, where the blow at?
I just won a hundred racks on blackjack and you know I'm 'bout to blow that
They don't make real n***as where you from
Sick 45, I'm 'bout to finger fuck the trigga till them hollows come
Talk shit? Swallow one
You fuckin' move me
I disrespect n***as like in old Italian movies
I'm sayin', I live, you ready
I come in the restaurant with my shirt off and spit in your fuckin' spaghetti sauce
Boss, my pocket's fatter than my n***a Ross
Wipe this spilled Patron off my mouth with my Louis glove
Understand?
I'm a California felon
Bust your cerebellum, skateboard go and tell 'em

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams, The Game]
They don't want none
Don't make a n***a pull Glocks and bust shots
Spin that black ghost around the block
They don't need none
We got pills for days
Give a bitch chills and thrills for days
Know I mean?
Let 'em have some
Ace of Spades by the fountains
Kush by the ounces, marijuana mountains
In a week I'm
We bringin' the funk
Yo B, let 'em know
Money Gang uh