Nelly mot fifty?
You see I'm tired of playin games with
niggaz with money names
For real money, you lame
I put your money to shame
Ha, this ain't cynical(?)
(Naw) This ain't subliminal
I'm physical, financial and mental to be a general
Why the momma types you want a {soldier}
Not the type that in the tank but in the {Rover}
yea man you at the game orderin refreshments
I'm on the floor watching my investment
Buttoned up, some call it grown up look
I like to call it havin money that fold up look
That Don Perignon, Chrystal cold up look
Got her (whoa whoa whoa whoa)
In his boy's name, I think he goes by the name of Young Tru he spits
(Yo yo yo)
I'm def'er than Jermaine, you could say I'm so so
Player taylor made, thats a no no
Sure it a 'aftermath', but I ain't a doctor
Squad full of 'BG's', city full of them choppas
Way more 'Game' than the kid with the G-Unit
Cracks by the gram an hour, thats a G-Unit
Like Ciara when I'm keeping the 'Goodies'
Cuz' I'm Jazzy like Pha with a tank in the Hoody
I'm Like..