(feat. Fabolous, Juelz Santana)    [Fabolous]  [Talking at start of the verse]  Yess! What it look like Alc, tryin to show the niggas man  It's that Street Fam man, we rep that  Loso, Street fi-di-di-di-dam yess!    I'm with (101) niggas, we (dalmation doggy) b (yess)  And fly with the tongue, so if you feeling froggy leap (come on)  Kermit, you better think before you ribbit  Don't get murdered over your song, before you ad-lib it  I pop up like (Xzibit), but given I'm at your crib it's (yeah)  Not to put no fucking fish tanks in your Civic (nah)  Fuck getting your (ride pimped), you'll get hog-tied wimp  Have you in the trunk curled up like fried shrimp (ha ha ha)  It's been a good year, maybe I should ride blimp (what you think?)  'Cause your boy just stay above the game  They trying to tag him, spray a brother frame  But your shots can't reach me, I'm way above your aim  Go 'head nigga, say another name (go 'head, go 'head)  Take this family for a joke, play them (Wayan brother) games  And (Ima Git You Sucka), I be schemin' with this (Keenan) (that's right)  Aimin with this (Damon), I'm putting that (Major Payne) in  My lil' man is on ya, (Marlon and Shawn) ya (yeah)  Lay the beef on his noodle, make some Luger lesagne (whoo!)  40. Cal fettuccine, trey pound pasta  You reach for this medallion, you must like Italian nigga  You only see me pushing if the driver's tired (yess)  I work the S6 ever since the 5 retired (yess)  The drop top, they say it's (Ocean Drive) inspired  So you can (Call A Cab), once your bitch falls for Fab    [Chorus: Lil Wayne]  Uhh, I get money like a muhfucker  Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see  I got everything, you got nothing  But you ain't got nothing on me  Oww I'm gettin money like a muhfucka  Yeeaah, money you ain't never see  Yeeaah, I got everything, you got nothing  But you ain't got nothing on me    [Juelz Santana]  [Talking at start of the verse overlapping chorus]  Mr. HD, high definition  That's how I'm comin' at you niggas ya digg  It's Santana Ay! Hahaa    I'm on the grind 'til the police come (yeah)  With that pistol on my side boy, don't be dumb  Or, I let that semi twirl ya (get 'em)  Now you can follow the drip  'Cause one shot outta the clip'll jerry curl ya (oooh)  Leave you sloppy like seconds, obey me like peasants  Or get opened up like presents, please  My young boys wildin for respect  Slit your throat have you smiling with your neck, say cheese  My dough's a bit longer, my flow is just slaughter (yep)  My wrist look like fro-zen polar spring water (damn!)  So tell me boys, tell me boys, who you think you messing with? (who)  I get money out the ass, that's some expensive shit (eeuw)  Haven't you all heard? (what?) Y'all all herbs (yep)  I stick toothpicks (where) in y'all hors d'oeuvres  (Listen) I'm a shark y'all just koi fish  (What else?) octopus (what else?) oysters (haa)  Chump, I got my eye on your wifey now (yeah)  I have her lick me up, (up) and then wipe me down (down)  She told me youse a nag, youse a bug (damn)  She told me I'm a blast, I'm a stud (damn)  She told me you be be beasting, you be checking for the burns  So I gave her knee-pads for the rug (haa)  It's skull gang from the chain or the lifestyle  You surfboard dudes get wiped out, totally    [Chorus]    [Lil Wayne]  Uh huh uh huh uh huh, check me out    Get you 3,4 get you  Like the number after 1, I'ma get me 2  It's Weezy F U, now you gotta have a baby   My money don't folds nor bends  Mercedes Maybach, grey-black  And I got a 44. and a 'K, like 8 stacks  Fuck your city and your town, I state facts  Take that, no better yet like Diddy "take that"  Wait rats, I hate rats, I clean 'em out like Ajax  Got paper like a fax machine, asaneen  Damn I mean asinine, I'm dapper don  And after mine there will be nine, damn I mean there will be none  I will be one, of the greatest things you've ever felt, you've ever seen  Or heard, Car-ter, hov-er, y'all scared, not me  Not I, call me young Popeye  Tell Bruno I'm a noo-no, I bring ral to your fune  Damn I mean funeral, funeral  You say tomato, I say tomato  You say get 'em, I say got 'em, yeah I got 'em  Man you better keep paying me, 'cause you don't want my problems  I be wildin like (Capital One "What is in your wallet?")  You fly, but what is it to pilot?  Weezy I'm at the top, foot up in your bottom  Huuh, damn I mean, foot up in your ass  I kick that shit, now go'n put it in the trash    [Chorus w/ variations to fade]