[mase]   Uh, uh, uh, yo   Harlem world gon' make me rich   Harlem world gon' take your bitch   Harlem world is the place to be   This m-a-dollar sign-e      [stase]   Yo, hold up keep it steady   Y'all chicks ain't really ready   Y'all sweating stase already   And I ain't pushing a chevy   I ain't even lyin', I ain't even sign   People want my back   Yo, what's up with that?    See, running out the mouth gon' get your face slapped   Tell me do you like what you see   Is it tight as could be?    No, mase ain't writing for me   And I have no desire to be   Or have fake chicks rhyme wit me   Uhh, you ain't my man, you ain't down wit me   You ain't certified harlem world get from 'round me   And mase my big brother thats why you surround me   You could drop me off the same place you found me   'cause it won't be long before you have to crown me   If I'm chicken, I'm jerk chicken and we're flickin'   And men die with chicks, so am I worth kissin?       1 - i hate the ones that don't suck no (ow)   I hate the ones who date them dumb chicks   I hate the ones who wanna get you for your dough   Wanna be a (ow)? be a (ow), on the low      I hate the ones that don't suck no (ow)   I hate the ones who date them dumb chicks   I hate the ones who wanna get you for your dough   Wanna be a (ow)? be a (ow), on the low      [loon]   Yo, it's only right that you hold me tight   Even though we fight, because the dough be like   When the dough be right   You know we havin a ball   Sippin on cristall and all   Chicks smile and all   Yo' dealing wit fishkill and oil   Ice on the wrist dial and all   But nevertheless, boo there was never a test   That stopped me from loving you best   I'm hypnotized, girl by your hips and thighs   Definitely your lips and eyes   Them chicks can slide   They tryin' to be all in the mix   Your girlfriend ballin' a 6, and holdin' my tip   But boo, there's only room for 2   Until I get the coupe for you   You know how I do   And then you could scoop your crew   And do what you wants to do      Repeat 1      [naughty]   Naughty, naughty, naughty   I went from cradle to crawlin', to a stroller   Way I was strollin' and hopin when I get older   That I be holy   Kicks to camp *** floatin' with naught'   A boat and a yacht   Was all that I was hopin to rock   As a young kid stacked and eventually learned   That money was made for that   Never meant to be burned   Why lets all get this   Using that 'i murder you face'   I be the youngest nigga pushin' a convertible eight   But thought *** to that they gon' taste this ***   Got some honies to the back so they can chase my dick   When I die they'll be a headstone big as a ***   And a pack of fifty redbones diggin' me up   For the fact, played it back   And I'm tryin' to see me, a house and six floors   And peranhas a week   Got a spouse, deep throats while I'm tryin' to sleep   Lookin' out for b-4's every diamond creek      [huddy combs]   But you slow money, 'cause it's better than no money   I only crap out when I play with your money   You know huddy, still sittin' on old money   I only hang wit mase 'cause he keeps them hoes for me   Kick a little bit, but yo I'm no dummy   Your girl love me, so you keeping your girl from me   And tellin' lies, gettin caught in different rides   Wit different guys, stay different in different pops, what      Repeat 1 until fade