We gettin' money, man, I'll show you how to turn profit   In the hood, they call me 'Joey, The Profit'   First you cop it, then you cook it, then you chop it   What the fuck, boy? Bitch ass niggaz, they can't stop us      We turn a profit, p-p-profit, the profit   We makin' profit, p-p-profit, profit   Yeah, in the hood they call me 'Joey, The Profit'   If you listen close, my niggaz, you bound to see a profit      I'm New York's livin' legend, the streets know me well   Stand in the line of fire, it's gonna to be hell   You're dancin' wit the Devil, tonight's your last night   Picture me, Lil' Eazy E, pistol fahrenheit      L.A. County, got work in Slawson   We get it poppin' back to Roxbury in Boston   The streets love me, see they named me Coca   We the Puerto Rican version of La Costra Nostra      You can find me in the kitchen with my apron on   Somethin' like a chef, yeah, I get my Raekwon on   Joey, the mayor, I get ki's to the city   And I got 'em cheap, the whole hood could come with me, nigga      We gettin' money, man, I'll show you how to turn profit   In the hood, they call me 'Joey, The Profit'   First you cop it, then you cook it, then you chop it   What the fuck, boy? Bitch ass niggaz, they can't stop us      We turn a profit, p-p-profit, the profit   We makin' profit, p-p-profit, profit   Yeah, in the hood they call me 'Joey, The Profit'   If you listen close, my niggaz, you bound to see a profit      I'm gettin' money, I'm the President Junior   And in the hood, they call me 'Weezy, The Future'   And everybody that's around me will shoot ya   And nigga, my band let 'em blow like twofers, yeah      Clap, I got 'em, I g-g-got 'em, I got 'em   Cook, I got 'em, I g-g-got 'em, I got 'em   And in the hood, they call me 'Weezy, The Future'   If listen close, my nigga, you might see the future      Young Wayne in the buildin', where your stove at?   Cook 'em up, strap 'em down, where the road at?   I'm strapped up, plenty bullets, nigga, hold that   Now you steppin' out in led shower, where your robe at?      I knock your earth off, damn, where ya globe at?   Fuck the coach, I keep shootin' like Kobe   The money knows me better then anybody   Bitch, I'm paid, forget about it      I'm sittin' in the Coupe wit the titties outted, the nipples chrome   Or that big black thing wit the slippers on that bullshit   Dippin' on them bitches, get off dick, you soft pricks   I'm from New Orleans, homeless but don't forget      The sun even shines on dog shit   And dog, I've been hustlin' since the day I was barkin'   I walk in this bitch like what it do   The money home, stop hatin', get your money on, nigga      We gettin' money, man, I'll show you how to turn profit   In the hood, they call me 'Joey, The Profit'   First you cop it, then you cook it, then you chop it   What the fuck, boy? Bitch ass niggaz, they can't stop us      We turn a profit, p-p-profit, the profit   We makin' profit, p-p-profit, profit   Yeah, in the hood they call me 'Joey, The Profit'   If you listen close, my niggaz, you bound to see a profit      This year All Star Weekend was off the chain   Literally niggaz comin' off wit them chains   Put the devi to his chest, homey going die tonight   Then his jaw dropped like Napoleon Dynamite      Jack boy, I been since I'm a toddler   My dad was sleepin', I was runnin' through his pockets   Oh yeah, you ready for war, then what's stoppin' you?   I hope you know them Bentley doors' not chopperproof      And they go bratatat just like them bullets dancin'   Come up short wit my dough, I'm 'bout to pull a Manson   Take your kids for ransom, yeah, it's payback   Next time I front you some birds, you better pay crack      What? Shit, I don't know nothin'   He might be the police comin' up with assumptions   All I know is this nigga here is about to meet God   If you don't bring me some ki's or bring me 50 large      We gettin' money, man, I'll show you how to turn profit   In the hood, they call me 'Joey, The Profit'   First you cop it, then you cook it, then you chop it   What the fuck, boy? Bitch ass niggaz, they can't stop us      We turn a profit, p-p-profit, the profit   We makin' profit, p-p-profit, profit   Yeah, in the hood they call me 'Joey, The Profit'   If you listen close, my niggaz, you bound to see a profit      Profit, p-p-profit, the profit   Profit, p-p-profit, the profit   Profit, p-p-profit, the profit   Profit, p-p-profit, the profit      Yeah, it's Coca, baby, coke season   Young Money Weezy, Terror era   Gotta be Novocaine on this motherfucker's shit ones   Yeah, nigga, brrat