(Intro)

(Hail Mary, Hail Mary, Hail Mary)
It’s Trigga (Bussa Buss)
(Trig, what’s happenin’ n***a?)
I got that game (I got that game)
I caught a play (I caught a play)
We goin’ long (we goin’ long)
Do what I say (do what I say)
I’ve got my game face on (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got my game face on, come on
The conglomerate, baby!

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
I don’t want a war, drop them drawers
How it feel? Shit
Peep how they applaud
When I walk out on that field, bitch
Y’all already know the way I’m moving, anyway
I do this every day
Watch the way we execute the play
Fuck the shit you say!
Feelin’ kinda sloppy, Nouveau Gotti
With the coup today
Mami, what my n***as do, I’m sorry
Yeah, they shoot the K
Here you know the motto
See we gotta get the loot and pray
For my enemies, pop them bottles
Follow suit and spray
Fuck the ref, n***a
Fuck the foul call
Hit her with the dick, she cursed me
For hittin’ her with my foul ball
You can bring your friends, little mami
You know my style, though
‘Case you ain’t know, we ride on
[Hook: Trey Songz]