Jim Jones - Favorite DJ (Remix) lyrics

[Jim Jones:] Who's in charge? I'm asking y'all Somebody better answer before I blast at y'all Live life just as fast as y'all But you little n***as know that my cash is tall New York like Stoudemire You think your hot, well I'm on fire The money wash up and I'm tryna dry it If a new car drops, then I'm tryna buy it Cam front, kinda tired Had a b**h last night, left her in the higher At the party, music loud (?) move the crowd Then we Clinton Spark 'em Damn right, let my n***as chalk 'em All my dogs bite, we gon do the barking And the money speak loud, we gon do the talking And what you do with the bread U went to the ghetto and tell 'em Su Woo bred And I'm sorry to say, lift the back now home boy the 'rari today Such a horrible day (?) Bouquet Married to the game, I don't need no bouqeut Just a new whip and it got her to pay So I tell 'em touche Go n***a, Go Rozay mo' Just got started, tell 'em ten mo' With a b**h on my side with some hips like woah [Hook:] Lemme see you hit the floor (c'mon) I know that your with it Till ya body sore Girl you know you can get it I'm gonna play for you tonight like it's your birthday Tonight I'm gonna be you're favorite DJ Say Go, Go, Say Go DJ Say Go, Go, Say Go DJ Say Go, Go, Say Go DJ Tonight I'm gonna be your favorite DJ [Bun B:] Lights is flashing, cameras filming Soon as we walked up in the building Bopers fainting, haters kneeling I smell like money, look like a trillionaire And I really don't care how you feeling Big-faced hundred dollar bills I'm peeling Bottles stacked up to the ceiling And I just can't explain the feeling Fellas, put your grands up Ladies, put your hands up We sipping Jimmy Neutron, player, and I can barely stand up R.I.P. to the Pimp, you know I rep for UGK Get 4 million with Clinton Sparks, your favorite DJ [Hook] [Game:] Hit 'em with the punchline, hit 'em with the ba** Blowing that orange kush all in my face Glock on my hip, n***a, murder was the case Any n***a want drama, boy, I hit 'em with the 'K n***a act cool, n***a, hit 'em with a J Swim in that pool, Pat and Ryan all day n***a need work, I got birds in the safe Ski mask in the cut hand, keys to the Maybach Where you lay at, b**h, I scope I never miss where I spray at Underground King, n***a, UGK that You should try crack all night, all day that Tell me where the weight at ZipLock baggies all in the trunk Going through the zone blowing that purple stunk It's the critics, get it? (?) only got straight A's in physics Dope boy business, Dope boy flashy Chains on my neck, elbows still ashy Hood n***a for real Ask my n***a Pharrell Turning my fingers on, the boy is the raw deal Chicks all dimes, the motto is cash peels Each one of them off down in Louis Vuitton heels Tell 'em muthaf**as that the legend is real Sleep next to a dime that I wake up to a meal House on the hills Where Hurricane lay his head at Anywhere in the U.S., that's where I get my bread at n***a play the 9 by my waist, where the lead at? Anywhere that I shoot, same spot n***a dig that? Yellow take n***a Clinton Sparks on the California quake n***a When the light on, quick to k** a fake n***a Cash Money in my pocket like the Drake n***a (n***a) [Hook:]