Little punk ass f*ck, that’s it n*gga (laughing)
I guess men lie, women lie
But numbers don’t
It's over for that ballin’
It's my turn
We fly high, no lie, you know this (Brooklyn!)
Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (It's my turn)
We stay fly, no lie, you know this (Brooklyn!)
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused
Brooklyn get paper, tote big things
We chase n*ggas around they own ball game
Ball game n*gga, it's over for you lames
Gimme back the chain, it's over for you dames
f*ck y'all broads
Didn’t they ever tell you don’t f*ck with a man’s family They'll f*ck with y'all's?
n*gga I will click-clack push your wig back further than Tyra Banks' hairline
Your bank versus mine
If you're ballin’, n*gga what I’m doing can’t be defined
The Joneses can’t keep up
Maybe my n*gga Nas, but I got stronger after Ether
Bed Stuy, Brownsville, CI
The Best in the game since Daddy Kane and B.I
My turn, we live, money to burn, n*gga we on fire
G-5'er, Ace of Spade make it real easy to book your babe
I’m running a Boston on these n*ggas
I’m watching ya soundscan you keep ren*ggin'
I’m trump-tight, I'm Trump-like
I’m on my way to a billi, I play my cards nice
n*ggas like "Hov, ya sound too rich!"
I'm like "Oh! Ain't that about a b*tch?"
Ain't that we here for? Therefore
I sound like I'm supposed to sound, meet me at the Clearport
I’m ballin’ for real, you pump faking it
Manhattan keep on faking it, Brooklyn keep on taking it! Yeah!
Yeahh! Shoutout to all my real n*ggas in Harlem
145th & all that
All the Dominicans, OG Juan, Lower Eastside Tru-Life
This ain't about boroughs, this is about n*ggas and b*tches
It's game time
It's my turn
Let the games begin