(feat. The Lox)    [Verse One: Puff Daddy]    Now... what y'all wanna do?  Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers?  Brawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers  On the low from the Jake in the Taurus  Tryin to get my hands on some Grants like Horace  Yeah livin the raw deal, three course meals  Spaghetti, fettucini, and veal  But still, everything's real in the field  And what you can't have now, leave in your will  But don't knock me for tryin to bury  seven zeros, over in Rio Dijanery  Ain't nobody's hero, but I wanna be heard  on your Hot 9-7 everyday, that's my word  Swimmin in women wit they own condominiums  Five plus Fives, who drive Millineums  It's all about the Benjamins, what?  I get a fifty pound bag of ooh for the mutts  Five carats on my hands wit the cuts  And swim in European figures  Fuck bein a broke nigga    [Verse Two: Jadakiss (overlaps last two lines of Puff Daddy)]    I want a all chromed out wit the clutch, nigga  Drinkin malt liquor, drivin a Bro' Vega  I'm wit Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uhh)  Rockin Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon)  Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin Cristals  Freakin the three-quarter reptiles (ahahah)  Enormous cream, forrest green -- Benz jeep  for my team so while you sleep I'ma scheme (that's right)  We see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you  You should do what we do, stack chips like (Hebrews)  Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh)  Cause I leave you, I'm only here  for that green paper which lead you     [Verse Three: Sheek]    I'm strictly tryin to cop those, colossal sized Picasso's  And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's (whoo!)  Mienda, with cash flowin like Sosa  And the latin chick tranportin in the chocha  Stampedin over, pop Mo's, never sober   Lex and Range Rovers dealin weight by Minnesota (uhh)  Avoidin NARC's wit camcorders and Chevy Novas (uh-huh)  Stash in the buildin wit this chick named Alona (uh-huh)  from Daytona, when I was young I wants to bone her (uh-huh)  But now I only hit chicks that win beauty pageants (ahahaha)  Trickin, they takin me skiing, at the Aspens (c'mon)  Uhh, gangsta mental, stay poppin Cristal  Pack a black pist-al in the Ac' Coupe that's dark brown (whoo!)  Pinky-ringin, gondolas wit the man singin  Italian music down the river wit your chick clingin  to my bizzalls, player you mad false  Actin hard when you as pussy as RuPaul