[Intro: DJ Whoo Kid, Foxy Brown, Shyne]
Skies, Atlanta
Yeah, Brooklyn
Uh, Brooklyn
Eh eh eh, Brooklyn
Eh eh eh, Brooklyn
Brooklyn, where you be?
Brooklyn, where I be?
Brooklyn, where you be?

[Chorus: Foxy Brown, Shyne]
This one is for my hoods in the street getting paper
Cooking 8, balls like Tony Draper
Get that money, take that money, don't stop
Cause when your heart stop, the balling stops
Uh, this one is for my chicks getting Franklins
Fuck n***as, use your figures to this anthem
Get that money, take that money, don't stop
Cause when your dough stop, the balling stops

[Verse 1: Foxy Brown]
Uh, tired of watching honeys watching my watch and
Watching these n***as as they play in my crotch
They go top, like the CL coupe, I can't drop
Pray I flop? Did you pop? Pussy pop, we go pop, uh
And that pussy have you speaking in tounges and
The backshot have you leaking your ones
Cop all the hot shit like the yellow rock shit
My hollow point tips will leave you jointless
Na Na, y'all bitches' pointless
And y'all hoes' broke, the fuck your point is?
Is y'all mad cause my wrist stay laced up?
Thighs thick, brown skin, baby-faced up
[Chorus: Foxy Brown, Shyne]
This one is for my hoods in the street getting paper
Cooking 8, balls like Tony Draper
Get that money, take that money, don't stop
Cause when your heart stop, the balling stops
Uh, this one is for my chicks getting Franklins
Fuck n***as, use your figures to this anthem
Get that money, take that money, don't stop
Cause when your dough stop, the balling stops

[Verse 2: Foxy Brown]
Highly respected hoe, I pushed the 4
Dot 6, y'all ships cruise the tropics
Minks and AKs stashed in closets
Fuck the gossip, I makes deposits
Tote the magnum, leave a chick numb
Or a n***a too, put 'em in critical
Condition, kiss him with the fifth
He ain't know chicks' quick? So I left him stiff
No joke, what I tote make any bitch broke
Wouldn't wanna be you behind my gun smoke
Huh, watch your lungs choke
Slowly as I
Show these cats that I'm nice and shit
Pussy tight as shit like a vise-grips
See?
Went from cracks to the money I stack
Pussy got him mic time, he'll never go back
[Chorus: Foxy Brown, Shyne]
This one is for my hoods in the street getting paper (Uh)
Cooking 8, balls like Tony Draper
Get that money, take that money, don't stop
Cause when your heart stop, the balling stops
Uh, this one is for my hookers getting Franklins
Fuck n***as, use your figures to this anthem
Get that money, take that money, don't stop
Cause when your dough stop, the balling stops

[Verse 3: Foxy Brown]
Talks that gutter shit, "Brooklyn, exactly"
That's what I tell 'em when motherfuckers ask me
Where I'm from, what's the origin
I'm from the place where them thugs and killers barge in
Your castle, shoot you in your Adam's apple
Get your safe, get your goods without no hassle
Love God, but still jokes to chapel
No fear, fuck the judge and gavel
While some travel
On trips to Maryl'
I bake cake, lay weight in the back of the alleys
From the place where Harry met then raped Sally
N***as is bastards
N***as' mothers never married
On Micheal's, they want Fox to rock it
Money, skyrocket it, stones, I rock it
If it's igloo cube'd up, I rock it
Range in the 4, summertime, I drop it
Stop it, if for a minute you think
Without the mink your dick gon' sink
Up in me? N***a please, from where?
Fucking me for free? N***a, not here
I swear, y'all motherfuckers kill me, uh
Spittin' lame ass game, you feel me?
Talkin' 'bout bill me? Better pay upfront
Add fifty to stick me or none of this cum