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[Chorus: Nelly] 
I see you niggaz ain't rentin and leasin these cars 
Frontin like you buy and buy and buy and buy 'em 
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 

[Nelly] 
Uhh, uhh, uhh, c'mon! 
Hey yo, I pull up so aggressive nigga, 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 derrty Jesse James 
The CEO of Derrty and he go by Cornell Haynes 
Mean-muggin all you niggaz 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 nigga, let me tell you what I mean 
I'm paper chasin, chasin the paper, you chasin dreams 
My money gettin stronger like it's takin Creatine 

[Chorus] 

[Nelly] Uhh, uhh, uhh 

[Young Tru] 
My pockets like Wyclef Jean, the +Fu-gees+ 
We them locksmith boys, we keep a few ki's 
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+ niggaz just like Horry 
Everybody hate on Young Tru boy 
Cause they know that the nigga on fire fire fire fire 
Rap phenomenon - soon as the album drop 
artists don't eat like the month of Ramadan 
Derrty this, Derrty that, guess I'm a Derrty cat 
Sellin niggaz 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 {*echoes*} 

[Chorus] 

[Nelly] Uhh, uhh, Joey Crack! 

[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 (uhh) 
Anna Kournikovia, baby girl's my model (uhh) 
All I wanted in life is to be a soldier 
Now you can find me with chicks just doin yoga 
Meditation that Marley, the hydraulicals 
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 (biatch!) 
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 tryin, we buyin, he's lyin 

[Chorus] 

[Nelly] Uhh.. uhh, ladies! 

[Remy Martin] 
We like, fuck, that; I need a stack 
And like, forty-nine to go with that 
I'm quick to, tell a hoe 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 gettin {?} 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 niggaz 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, I been testin law with the darkest tints 
So explicit valet had to tip to park the shit (errt!) 
I'm like a - block away and the whip be startin (uhh) 
Oh God, it's Remy Martin! 

[Chorus] - repeat to fade