[Chorus: Nelly]
I see you n***as out here rentin' and leasin' these cars
Frontin' like you buyin', buyin', buyin', buyin
Claimin' that you makin so much paper but I know
That I know that you a liar, liar, liar, liar
Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out
Dip deep into your pockets, let a grand hang out
Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out
If you ballin' then quit the stallin', let a grand hang out

[Verse 1: Nelly]
Uh, uh, uh, c'mon!
Hey, yo, I pull up so aggressive n***a, hoppin out the thang
Ice drippin' wet like I just hopped up out the rain
My picture perfect pose like I hopped up out a frame
Ain't a coach on the planet that can take me out the game
My heart beats forever like my name was Eddie King
A Midwest rider like my dirty Jesse James
The CEO of Derrty, and he go by Cornell Haynes
Mean-muggin' all you n***as like I hopped up out your dame
I'm like uh-oh, there he go-oh
A hundred and twenty up Natural Bridge in that Mo-Mo
Slippin' and slidin', look how he ridin' pass the po-po
He blazin' that fire behind the [?] they don't know, oh
Whoo! I'm really thinkin of changin' my name to Krispy Kreme
I'm do-nuts n***a, let me tell you what I mean
I'm paper chasin', chasin' the paper, you chasin' dreams
My money's getting stronger like it's takin' Creatine
[Chorus: Nelly]
I see you n***as out here rentin' and leasin' these cars
Frontin' like you buyin', buyin', buyin', buyin
Claimin' that you makin so much paper but I know
That I know that you a liar, liar, liar, liar
Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out
Dip deep into your pockets, let a grand hang out
Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out
If you ballin' then quit the stallin', let a grand hang out
Uh, uh, uh

[Verse 2: Young Tru]
My pockets like Wyclef Jean, a few G's
We them locksmith boys, we keep a few Kis
Caterpillar pimp, that butterfly whores
Lamborghini spreewells, butterfly doors
Some'n like McDonald's when I move in packs
Quarter-Pound Supersized bullets and Big Mac's
House longer than I-70, arise ten stories
And I still Rob n***as just like Horry
Everybody hate on Young Tru boy
Cause they know that the n***a on fire, fire, fire, fire
Rap phenomenon - soon as the album drop
Artists don't eat like the month of Ramadan
Dirty this, Dirty that, guess I'm a Dirrty cat
Sellin' n***as some chickens, rob 'em get the birdies back
Plumber of the game, that flood the state
In a stretch Phantom, with more Windows than Bill Gates
[Chorus: Nelly]
I see you n***as out here rentin' and leasin' these cars
Frontin' like you buyin', buyin', buyin', buyin
Claimin' that you makin so much paper but I know
That I know that you a liar, liar, liar, liar
Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out
Dip deep into your pockets, let a grand hang out
Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out
If you ballin' then quit the stallin', let a grand hang out
Uh, uh, uh, Joey Crack!

[Verse 3: Fat Joe]
Yeah, they lease and we buy 'em, we peace and they crime
They dyin' cause we street, keep heat, and keep firin'
Y'all know, top of the world's my motto (Uh)
Anna Kournikova, baby girl's my model (Uh)
All I wanted in life is to be a soldier
Now you can find me with chicks just doin yoga
Meditation that Marley, the hydraulics
You heard Big, go check the Brown, they might hire you
High definition to any form of telecast
Me and young Derrty got plenty hoes and hella cash
All I need is a minute to shatter your dreams
And we about to sell more than Avril Lavigne (Bitch!)
And all I do is rep the hood where the jugs be
Can't help it if the folks at MTV love me
Y'all see the T.S., we shinin', come to the B-X, we grindin'
Y'all wanna be us keep trying, we buyin', he's lyin'
[Chorus: Nelly]
I see you n***as out here rentin' and leasin' these cars
Frontin' like you buyin', buyin', buyin', buyin
Claimin' that you makin so much paper but I know
That I know that you a liar, liar, liar, liar
Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out
Dip deep into your pockets, let a grand hang out
Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out
If you ballin' then quit the stallin', let a grand hang out
Uh, uh, uh, ladies!

[Verse 4: Remy Ma]
We like, "Fuck that, I need a stack"
And like, forty-nine to go with that
I'm quick to, tell a ho her flow is wack
The type to, cop the jersey, throw it back
See I can stunt and tell a chick "Yo let your man hang out"
Since he frontin' like it's nothin, let a grand hang out
Fuck a handout, I been getting' guap since way back
Can't wait to see they faces when I drop the Maybach
You lyin', you claim you buyin', but you rentin' and leasin'
If you pimpin' and n***as spendin', where's the paper you seein'?
Stop stallin', I'm ballin', call me Sheryl Swoops
Can't stand the backseat driver, that's why I cop the Coupe
Yeah, a Benz SLR with the darkest tints
So explicit valet hesitant to park the shit (Errt!)
I'm like a block away and the whip be startin' (Uh)
Oh God, it's Remy Martin!

[Chorus: Nelly]
I see you n***as out here rentin' and leasin' these cars
Frontin' like you buyin', buyin', buyin', buyin
Claimin' that you makin so much paper but I know
That I know that you a liar, liar, liar, liar
Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out
Dip deep into your pockets, let a grand hang out
Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out
If you ballin' then quit the stallin', let a grand hang out