[Intro: Cam’ron]
Think boy, tell me what you think boy
Think boy
A-Trak!

[Verse 1: Cam’ron]
Don’t know what you think boy
But think boy, you stink boy
Be in St. Croix, I ain’t coy
I’m a top dropper, just think boy
My n*****, they drinkin’ on pink boy
I grab your girl in one blink boy
Get her number, send her back
For you, I bought a drink boy
Drink boy, let’s have a toast to Guy Fisher
Still ain’t met him, but yes, we talked- that’s my n****
Think boy, my passport- it been stamped
Smokin’ on ganja in a foreigner
Runnin’ round with some implants (Yes)
Shake your tits, girls say “you make me sick”
Y’all can’t take a joke, but you could take a dick
I tell a bitch “hit the strip, make me rich- go get it, girl”
It come to money- I’m Uncle Luke
Don’t stop, get it girl

[Hook: Cam’ron & Jim Jones]
Think boy, just think boy
Tell me what you think boy
Think boy, (Think about it) just think boy (Think about it)
Tell mе what you think boy
[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
I told her “don’t think, just use your brain”
Drink and drive in this nеw Mulsanne
I turn impossible to the possible- you would too if you knew the game (Listen)
Young n***** that choose to bang (Uh huh)
Got n***** gone so I’m used to fate
I’m a hustler that ain’t used to fame
You got a couple dollars? Sell you some game (Yo)
Hard choice between the coupe and Range (Right)
Broke bread [?] coupe and Range (Right)
We don’t shoot shots at the shooting range
We shootin’ shots- then we shootin’ rain (Yeah)
Your day time is my night time (True)
Don’t waste none of your lifelines
Buy dope watches, didn’t ice mine
Big blocks of them white lines (Get it)
No such thing as a light crime
Can’t go wrong with the right crime (Right)
Got a redbone bitch with a lot of rosé and the bitch just wanted some white wine
Who’s the master? Sho’nuff
With a Dutch Master- sho’nuff (Haha)
Told the bitch I was loaded up so just roll it up (Roll it up)

[Hook: Cam’ron & Styles P]
Think boy, (Think boy) just think boy (Ha)
Tell me what you think boy (Tell me whatcha think)
Think boy, just think boy (Yeah, Ghost)
Tell me what you think boy
[Verse 3: Styles P]
Think boy, I link boy, and I link girls, and I link duns (Facts)
Link 100s, link 50s, link dubs, link 1s (All that)
Link Gs, link Ms
Gotta link to that rooftop (Yeah)
Gotta link to that sniper rifle (Yeah)
First minute that link ends (First minute)
Think boy, think rich
Dirty ratchet on stink bitch (Dirty)
Dirty [?] European (Skrrr)
I’m the shooter ‘cause I ain’t shit (I ain’t shit)
Think n****, use your brain
Fast life, n****, use the lane (Use the lane)
Needed money? N****, move the ‘caine (Hahaha)
Need to burn ya? Imma use the flame
Ghost shit, A-Trak
If I don’t know you from way back (I don’t know you)
Look at the shooters, ‘cause they clap (Look at ‘em)
Think of the morals that they lack
Think of your girl givin’ oral, n**** (Think about that)
Your mom visitin’ the floral, n****
Think of your chest when you fuck with The Ghost (Think of your chest)
‘Cause I’ll cut it up like I’m Zorro, n****

[Hook: Cam’ron]
Think boy, just think boy
Tell me what you think boy
Think boy, just think boy
Tell me what you think boy