by Juelz Santana
[Intro]
Sho nuff, aight
Y'all niggas know
[Hook]
Am I gettin' money? (Sho nuff)
Am I the meanest? (Sho nuff)
Am I the baddest? (Sho nuff)
Am I the flyest? (Sho nuff)
Who got the illest mojo fo sho 'round this town, me
Yeah I walk that walk, yeah I talk that talk
I'm from grimy ass New York
[Verse 1]
My neck was only built for Cuban links
Diamond chains, the finer things, you know
My wrist was only made for APs
Rollies, what you know about Robert Debeau, ho
Bitch I'm paid, bow when you see me, kiss my J's
Let a nigga try and lift my chain
And it's by little birdie, I clip those wings
You chase chickens, I flip those things
? your baby momma and I ain't kick no game
Pockets on cheesecake all day
Strawberry ? got shortcake
Sold many pounds, feel like I lost weight
Raw work, fiends can't keep they jaw straight
You could run, you could hide, you're not at all safe
Hope you got insurance, I be in all states
[Hook]
[Outro]
Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money, dollar dollar bill y'all
The 40 move everything around me, leaves niggas bloody
Lot of niggas gettin' killed y'all
My clique like the Knicks in my city
Shoot a nigga down, JR Smith in my city
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