[Intro: Diddy]
Anytime any of you punk a** n***as wanna say I took something from you
I never take nothing from you
I work too hard for mine baby
I go hard in this paint right here
You know what I love this
Ima give it you before I take it from you b**h
[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
Yeah, told my n***a real is real and b**h is b**h
If I ain't doing a deal I'm probably with ya b**h
You ain't gotta second guess you know I'm with the sh**s
I don't care about ya rep you know I get ya heaaadd
Yeah, rich is rich and broke is broke
You already know my n***as moving coke and dope
Got the sour, got the haze, we got both to smoke
Plus we f** the baddest b**hes, that's from coast to coast
Get yaself robbed, stabbed, or pistol whipped
Mm, wherever we at you know we gets it lit
Shoot you in that same mouth that you dissed me with
But all that f** sh** you could miss me with
[Hook: Von]
Uh, listen n***a real is real and b**h is b**h
n***a broke is broke and rich is rich
So all that in between you could miss me with
Yeah all that f** sh** you could miss me with
Told my n***a rich is rich and broke is broke
Whip it with ya wrist my n***a, dope is dope
So all that in between you could miss me with
And all that f** sh** you miss me with
[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]
You could miss me with it
s**ing my dick all night then she go home and kiss you with
What you jealous for?
Cause I'm on tour, and I ain't standing in front of no store?
With a beer in my hand, one blunt rolled
3 grams, talking about moving raw
Where the lawyer at? Where that bail money?
Where them 100 racks when it's real money
Rich is rich broke is broke
Sour, haze, smoke is smoke
I'm getting money when I ain't awoke
When them guns is out it ain't a joke
Bottles pop, them trippy stix
Got her wallin' out on them IG pics
Take her home for a couples of bucks
2 chainz voice' s** all the dicks
n***a we don't care about you
When it go down we don't care we shoot
As long is that money's there in that duffel bag
B.I.G. n***a gimme the loot
I learned from Puff, I learned from Hov
Baking soda I learned the stove
Did the coupe, did the rove
Got millions n***a if I'm getting old
[Hook: Von]
[Verse 3: Styles P]
They told you money talk, what it's saying to you?
100 shots fired they ain't playing with ya
All that in between you could miss me with
I'm in the limousine, French cuisine, with some prissy b**h
No promethazine, just some wax and my trippy stix
Got ahead flip
If I don't get you k**ed I get you pistol whipped
Louchy, Kiss and I
And some n***as that act ludicrous
Send yo a** to Lucifer, show you what elusive is
I don't give a f**, I sit my dick on medusa's lips
I ain't got a gun I get you hawked with a crucifix
This is Ghost, this dblock, this is LOX
This is *gun sounds* till your head a mess
[Verse 4: Von]
Moving with the tooly they done got me on my drilling sh**
All we moves militant
Jada gone and kiss the sh**
If involving currency I get it done I'm diligent
Known for causing homicides when I get the pinning sh**
Real is real and b**h is b**h
Poor is poor and rich is rich
Claim you not a b**h well the f** you in ya feelings b**h
I could send a 100 clues they still may never get the jit
Smell me n***a get a whiff
Pooper scooper up in the sh**
Gone
[Hook: Von]