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..