Featuring: Jaz-O & Sauce Money

[Intro: Sauce Money]

Ayo, Jay, word up. These motha$#&@as $#&@ing talking that comeback %#@! like they cooking crack. %#@!, I ain't fronting, all I want my pockets green like slum change, you know what I'm saying? Front the roll we roll back like rubbers, motha$#&@a, for real, with no trace of age. We keep our pockets fully blown, Roc-A-Fella clique, ^!$$%

[Verse 1: Sauce Money]

We patting down #~!!@ from Sugarhill to the Shark Bar
$#&@ a (*##$ D in the marked car
We got the bad (*##$es gasping for air in Aspen

Searching for Aspirin when I ascend, we swing
You cling we do our thing and bring
Slinging your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn to Beijing

East coast host is hostile colossal
Money flaring like nostrils for drug dealing apostles
Al Pacino down to Nino Brown

Me, Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the board like Poquino
Teflon, make sure your jammy is full
Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami with pull

Tropical leaves where I got a few keys
With my man I'll stock a few G's, now it's unstoppable cheese
Said we was garbage, so $#&@ college

Street knowledge amazing to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars
Star studded (*##$es with crystals
Get $#&@ed with pistols, just to see my %#@!, discharge puss

I drop the stellar, even acapella
I got to tell all about Roc-A-Fella


[Hook: Fat Joe]
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing


[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent Spanish wisdoms

In a whip with dinero, crime organized like the Pharoahe
I CREAM, I diamond gleam
High post like Hakeem, got a lot of things to drop

Brooklyn to Queens, I gotta keep my steam
^!$$%s wanna try to hem my long jeans
Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to appear on the scene

In the meanwhile, here's something dope for y'all to lean
Liaison for days on in
Money make the world go around so I made some to spend

Can I live, did dough with my nigs
Dividends flow like the Mississippi Riv' looking jig
Can't do for dolo, had to turn away when Tony killed Manolo

That's real, mixed feelings like a mulatto
Thug thought he was O.G. Bobby Johnson
I played him like Benny Blanco, mano a mano

You ain't ready, I fire no trigger straight up, shoot my guns horizontal
Get your weight up, I am
Two point two pounds, you're barely a hundred and 25 grams

Wouldn't expect y'all to understand this money
Do the knowledge, due to few dollars, I'm due to demolish
Crews Brooklyn through Hollis to a hood near you, what the $#&@?


[Hook]


[Verse 3: Big Jaz]
Money is power, I'm energetic with facial credit
Pure platinum fetish for cheddars

Spread lettuce heroes get deadish
I make moves that remove pebbles out of shoes
You suck pistol like pipe with the crystal

John Stockton couldn't $$#ist you
Convoys of Benzes like we fouling in the U.N.
So what the $#&@ you doing? Whatever, ^!$$%

Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet polished
Spanking dollars with the commas
Banging (*##$es out the Bahamas

On hides of llama we cry nada, fly farther
Fry hotter, you die gotta, $#&@ with me witness mañana
Absence of malice in my palace

Call cousin now Dallas trigger finger with the callus
Tip scales from mail to keep these ^!$$%s off balance
Your frequent stops to O.T.B. you feeding me

Steam a ^!$$% scheming on the wrist action with the gleams
Jewels for Pop Duke fulfill your dreams
Never put the pure brown sugar before the dirty green cream

[Hook]