[Verse 1: Cashh Montana]
That's my ^!$$% Cashh,
I ain't crip,

but I'm Jet Blue high...
My Nauti tee, in the V
wit the Hazel eyes

I'm scooping joints,
Catching boinks?
Watching money stack.

In ?$#&@ these (*##$es? hats (x2)
$#&@ with the Army Rangers,
Down with the Navy Seals.

Got all the Nauti,
I'm a show this (*##$ how wavy feels.
I know Shawn Carter,

Biggie Smalls?
The real Biggie Smalls,
Tell these (*##$es gargle balls.

Kill (*##$es?
Call me Michael Vick;
& I'm the real Don Dada,

Can you drive a stick?
Machetes, missiles (Missiles)
Modern Warfare (Fare)

Pull out my balls,
And tell your (*##$ to put her jaw there!
I'm high above it to you ^!$$%s,

Something out of sight.
& if you stacking bricks,
(*##$ you better stack 'em right.


[Chorus]
Everyday I'm crushin' it! (x8)


[Verse 2: Remy Ma]
Who that rapper chick from the Bronx?

The Queen of NY?
Hair half-black, half blonde;
That's Remy Ma!

I give him head,
I give him twat,
I give him crack!

I keep him coming back, (What?)
I keep him coming back! (What?)
I'm into rough sex, (Rough sex)

You could tie me up (Tie me up)
And if I'm running late,
My ^!$$% probably tied me up!

I know Janet Jackie (Janet Jackie),
Heater Hunter (Heather Hunter),
The real Heather Hunter!

She done $#&@ed100 brothers.
Don't want no little John's, (Nah)
This ain't TVT! (Uh huh)

I need a Anaconda,
We could make a DVD! (OK)
My $$# fat, (My $$# fat)

My !@%$ right, (My !@%$ right)
My #~!!@ wet so you know we water pipe.
He said he love it when I ride it,

Like I ride a bike
I said if you ride a dick,
(*##$ you better ride it right!


[2nd Chorus: Remy Ma]
Everyday I'm $#&@ing him (x8)



[Verse 3: Rick Ross]

Who the $#&@ you think you $#&@ing with?
I'm the $#&@ing boss
Seven forty-five,

white on white that's $#&@ing Ross!
I cut 'em wide,
I cut 'em long,

I cut 'em fat (What?)
I keep 'em coming back (What?!)
we keep 'em coming back!
I'm in the distribution,
I'm like Atlantic

I got them mother$#&@ers flying cross the Atlantic!
I know Pablo,
Noriega,
the real Noriega
He owe me a hundred favors!

I ain't petty ^!$$%, we buy the whole thing
See most of my ^!$$%s really still deal cocaine
My roof back, my money rides
I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm running like
When they snatch black I cry for a hundred nights

He got a hundred bodies, serving a hundred lives

[3rd Chorus: Rick Ross]
Everyday I'm hustlin' (x8)