[Intro: Sheek Louch]
Yeah, Wu-Block, aiyo, Ghost, aiyo, Chef
Clip up, n***a!

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
I drop fifty on the order, more hundred on the whip
Five on the Louis luggage, ten on the trip
Sour when I land a little, something for the hip
Fiji or Roset, and I don't even take a sip
Nah, they don't do it like we do
Nah, they don't do it like us
Nah, they don't do it like we do
Nah, they don't do it like us

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Yeah, Donnie laughing at you sore losers
Underdogs hot, 2011 Hoosiers
That's cruisers that's jumped off from back flipping pussies
Splash, I get all them clothes smelling cushy
Shades on, Aviator lens
Mami sitting in my Benz, like she Liz Claiborne
That you already rolled, now it's hella flame, on
Little model bitch, had to get game, on
Yeah, the hood say I'm on fire
Donnie on the street like a Good Year, tire
Still look the same and that's last years, flyer
Just more money, but way more, higher
[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
I drop fifty on the order, more hundred on the whip
Five on the Louis luggage, ten on the trip
Sour when I land a little, something for the hip
Fiji or Roset, and I don't even take a sip
Nah, they don't do it like we do
Nah, they don't do it like us
Nah, they don't do it like we do
Nah, they don't do it like us

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, Benz and grams being torn from the rubber bands
Latifah shorts, tennis courts in the summer mans'
Skydiving in Fiji Islands with a sweet view
Balley parachutes, the water is deep blue
Micro felt goggles, Brazil models, keep a mouth full
While I'm hitting they back tonsils
Me and Sheek is Selleck and George Clooney
A Russian chef with scars on his chest, the boats mad roomy
Only n***as that move good pots to the rasta
Switzerland, we flying in vet to examine the watches
And we ain't gotta throw ice on 'em, we count one for Kiss
Styles, Rae and Cap, L and Mike and 'em

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
I drop fifty on the order, more hundred on the whip
Five on the Louis luggage, ten on the trip
Sour when I land a little, something for the hip
Fiji or Roset, and I don't even take a sip
Nah, they don't do it like we do
Nah, they don't do it like us
Nah, they don't do it like we do
Nah, they don't do it like us
[Verse 3: Raekwon]
Aiyo, two hundred thousand in dust paper
Let a bullet thrust, take your Jacob, I'm always in make-up
Under your trucks, Scottish ruger, jump suiter
Rad little slut, one white killa with bucks on
Wearing jewelry, robbing jewelry, peep out the coats
I switch pockets then pull out the scope
N***as is dice, ya'll famous for the legendary clarks
Lamping in Junior's, eating squid, me and Starks
Chatting quiet, no talking, just finger jabbing
Sheepskins grey, beneath the feet, crisp balley
D&C Kangols, white Russian gazelles
Keep a track on the sickest bat like Modell's

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
I drop fifty on the order, more hundred on the whip
Five on the Louis luggage, ten on the trip
Sour when I land a little, something for the hip
Fiji or Roset, and I don't even take a sip
Nah, they don't do it like we do
Nah, they don't do it like us
Nah, they don't do it like we do
Nah, they don't do it like us