Now this is what they've been waiting for   Ya dig, Santana   Weezy F.   Ay Wayne   What up man   What you been workin' on nigga?   Oh you know, I got Currency's new album   And prolly workin' on my album, ya dig   Oh I'm ready to brush my shoulders off and drop my next album too nigga   That's what it is   But dig this, they wanna know what we been workin' on together   That's that "I Can't Feel My Face Shit" they know that   So if they ever thought the South and the North was gonna collide   Guess what, we already did   I'm feelin' like a black Republican   Naw, I can't call it   More like a black Democrat runnin' 'em out of office   Young Barack Obama, I'm all for it   The Rock of Gibraltar has now fallen, on ya   I protect my land like a farmer   Pockets stay chubby like Tikara   Or should I say fat like the Parkers   Tote big guns like I'm still playin' Contra   Y'all washed up like money that's laundered   Y'all funny, I'm bonkers   Honest, girls strapped to my dick like a harness   Rock star, flier than an ostrich   And I cover east, west, north, south like a compass   I shall shine forever, never tarnish   Money buried behind my house like a garden   All green, my bank account's like a forest   I Can't Feel My Face is gettin' started   And Weezy is my accomplice, ya dig   A black activist like Sonny Carson   Stripes of a sergeant, salute me   And chicks, I get 'em high   Higher than turbulence is   White Phantom, lookin' so Fergielicious   I'm from the city of big drugs and murder victims   Its get rich, go to jail and be a murder victim   Ai!   Now all y'all listen   If you can't take the heat, get out the kitchen   I feel like a black Republican   Tote a MAC'n Republican   Act so southern n' die for my brethren   Money, money, money   Like money Mac and publishing   One life to live, never ask for a mulligan   Streets call but the heat make me feel covenant   Been done had cake day late like Anne Sullivan   Fly like an eagle but no I'm no Donovan   Boy you better go eat some soup with your mom n' them   And my mind is on another continent   I am real Cash Money, no counterfeit   I don't parkin' lot pimp I just politick   But I get all in her mouth like parlithins   New always represent it to the inner   Come from the city where the glitter don't glimmer   The sun don't shine and the guns don't sleep   Pick a nigga's ass up like he got somewhere to be   And we wanna let the world know   This is not a diss song either people   We don't diss them we dismiss 'em, ya dig   Recognize or step aside, ya dig   We let the music talk, Draught 3   And by the way, it's Santana, I'm back   It's Weezy!   You dudes gotta stand in the mirror backwards 'cause you can't face yourself   Assholes   DipSet for life   Cash Money, whaddup   Young Money