[Chorus]  All we do is get money and get real high  Push Benzes and 85 I's  New World Order, got ya ready to run and hide  New Millennium, we will survive  All we do is get money and get real high  Push Ranges and Benz Buggy I's  New World Order, got ya ready to run and hide  New Millennium, we will survive    [Half-A-Mill]  I see you stupid 'dro, still my brain cells never move slow  Toke calico, deep throat the baddest hoes  Niggas know my status quote, artistic  I draw a biscuit, unlike Michaelangelo, I'm the Noah of this thug shit  Flooded, everyday's another bucket get  I can't front, I love this shit  You missed the lies, now we push S5's on some other shit  Blowin another clip, some say they waitin for the mothership  I ain't debatin, cuz in heaven or hell, I tell God, I tell Satan  I'm all about money makin, on my job like a hundred Jamaicans  Runnin wit kingpins, who you gon rob  I send a squad to kill ya squad  Fuck ya thinkin, Firm niggas push Cadillac Jeeps,  Navigator Lincoln's  Global caught on my Motorola Mobile  Off the hook books like Barnes & Nobles  Street astroligist, heat communist, complete logic is  I got one goal, to put goal on the streets, where the projects is  We too strong to die, that's why we gotta live  Platinum doubt in the hottest whips    [Chorus]    [Half-A-Mill]  Mill Gates, better come somethin, droppin somethin  Catch me in the chopper stuntin  I'm a Yankee but Jamaican cook me esquire fish and hot dumplings  I rock ya Lennon suits with rocks  On the cufflinks, lie iller you  Curdiest Beck's, 850 I's, silver proof, imagine that  I used to sling crills for loot  Now I'm openin my money store like Phil Rezoot  Keep it here, dope from get money whores  Thought he enter the drawers  Lois Lane platinum chain, stretch range at the Source Awards  Awesome broads they carry proem and sawed-off  One shot'll take the whole top of your Honda Accord off  You small dog, you all lost  No wins, you fall off, and get hauled off in the trunk of my Benz  I smoke skunk, purple haze, twist it up  Mixed it up, hit the clutch, switched it up    [Chorus]    [Half-A-Mill]  I smoke purple haze and spit phlegm  Big Benz, forty inch rims, New York niggas got shit locked again  When the glocks pop, niggas need oxygen  Don't let me catch you slingin rocks on these blocks again  I got plots, I'm out to get a hundred thou time ten  You know my style dunn, I run with foul wild men  With public housin, up north, we be thuggin in the mountain  Out in the world, we guzzle Henny straight and no earl  Hustle weight, stab a half a cake on your girl, skatin thru states  Jets raidin the place, TV's screen big, DVD playin Scarface  Son, I'm God face, hard face  Smash you in the chest wit a sledgehammer till ya heart break  Wild out, my calico pop rounds out, my shots knock towns out  My whole block'll run up in your town house  I'm like so shocked, key the coke like Sosa  Pushin ski boat wit a chauffeur  Up the Hudson River, I got tons of guns and ones are split up  Niggas front, I got to fuck ya shit up    [Chorus 2X]