text: Dirty Money be a team, weed bricks and beams
  Lambos and beamers, 
  In my borough we hold it down hotter than Phoenix
  I got a forty carat, count two bricks for forty thou
  Find me in St. Louis, youre blowin on some kiki
  Tokin , whats it to you?
  Nicki Minaj, she the future
  Fresh outta Jamaica, suitcase with the paper
  Silencers to help you meet your maker
  No burial, cremator, we dont give em ultimatums
  My life is like Satan, even God couldnt save him
  Im in the Chrysler on the highway racin the Viper
  Scope with the beam hittin niggas like sniper
  Clinton in Sing Sing, my comrads is lifers
  Hold your head up for all my niggas thats on Rikers
  To my Trinis and Guyanese, crew hold your lighters
  Ghostwrite for so much niggas I got arthritis
  I got the magic touch and I aint talkin bout Midas
  Divided companies, little weaklings minus the minors
   a half a brick in her vagina
  And go down South to Carolina
  Come back up and flip pounds of marijuana
  Motherfuckers, truck full of llamas
  So it has to be rat that we sold ya
  I got that purple with me nigga, lets roll up
  I got my gat with me, dont make me fold ya
  The hollow tips man, to kill you dojas
  So it has to be rat that we sold ya
  I got that purple with me nigga, lets roll up
  I got my gat with me, dont make me fold ya
  The hollow tips man, to kill you dojas
  I used to be a effin baby like Weezy
  Seen me with the nigga Gravy, now they hate me
  Fuckin with Minaj, lil mama, aint the thang to do
  I been hot since your hat had a kangaroo
  And I keep a good bar, like a can of brew
  So its Mrs. Goodbar, no thanks to you
  Fendi call the fight club, tell em that the match on
  Who the fuck I gotta done before they catch on?
  Im the one bitch, I aint never stutter
  The toast Imma run with never need a butter
  Queens on the map, yeah, Queens is back
  First bitch to talk smack about Queens get yacked
  Cmon, I take trips out of town with bricks
  Got surveillance on the whips, they behind the six
  But I got the kind of face that will make the J
  Say alright, lil mama, Imma get you a break
  Then I set up shop where they coppin them thangs
  Gotta to keep the hidden cam on top of the range
  Im the head honcho, get work from papi
  And dead pancho, couldnt ID the body
  So they said John Doe, got hit up with the shotty
  And his Bed-Stuy ho
  So it has to be rat that we sold ya
  I got that purple with me nigga, lets roll up
  I got my gat with me, dont make me fold ya
  The hollow tips man, to kill you dojas
  So it has to be rat that we sold ya
  I got that purple with me nigga, lets roll up
  I got my gat with me, dont make me fold ya
  The hollow tips man, to kill you dojas