You know we back right?   Clear the streets out   Come on with it   Ha ha Star Track      Niggas just hate us, I'm doing deals like the majors   Ice Cream Sneakers, I signed my first skater   So you can pay three and buy yourself some bapestas   Bulletproof on the T-shirts because they hate us      Dude like Snoop say, "Step ya game up"   Double the caboe, mediterrain up   D-Class action cuts, tuck your chain up   Liberachi fingers, niggas hit Lorraine up      Just last week, I was out in Aspen   Me and Puff hoppin' off the plane, both us laughing   A week before that, I was out in Italy   Attire heart throbs could not get rid of me      Up and down the tella crib, me and like ten hoes   Call from the cell phone, give me that enzo   I know what your thinking, yeah Me Too   Okay everybody meet Mr. Me Too      Been two years, like I was paddy wagon cruisin'   The streets was yours, ya dunce cappin' and cazooin'   I was just assuming you'd keep the coke movin'   But I got one question, fuck y'all been doing?      Pyrex Turs turned into Covalli furs   The full length cat, when I wave, the kitty purs   All my niggaz caped up, selling gray and beige dust   Had that money right or end up in the trunk taped up      We don't chase a duck, we only raise the bucks   Peel money rolls until our thumbs get the paper cuts   Children totto, South Beach Galardo   Teals started up, go brr like it's Nardo      Women if you love me, please let me know   Tie rags 'round your neck and learn the sets we throw   These are the days of our lifes   And I'm sorry to the fans but the crackers weren't playing fair Jive      I know, I know, yep yeah, you too   Okay we get it, yep yeah you too   I know, I know, yep yeah, you too   Okay everybody meet Mr. Me Too      I know, I know, yep yeah, you too   Okay we get it, yep yeah you too   I know, I know, yep yeah, you too   Okay everybody meet Mr. Me Too      I know what you thinkin' why I call you, Me Too   Cause everything I say, I got you sayin' Me Too   I say I got a Benz so you said me too   You hangin' out the window so they can see you      But you ain't hangin' out the window   When you in that G2   Or that G3 or G4 like we do   Star Track, Clipse come on      Wanna know the time? Better clock us   Niggaz bite the style from the shoes to the watches   We cloud hoppers, tailor suits like we mobstas   Break down keys into dimes and sell 'em like gobstoppers      Who gonna stop us? Not a god damn one of ya   Mean with the Re-Up, nigga we street tumblers   Ivory White, yeah that's the same color   Of the Zord nigga, best believe it's the mullenor      Take no prisoners, rap niggaz are whisperers   Choke on your own spit just as soon as you mention us   Champagne corkes, kicked by Louis sportsin'   Keep my hoes in pooch and Charles Jordan      Cop the chrome and touch gray caponent   Mink on the floor, make ya hot don't it?   You don't wanna know what the fuck I spent on it   Tomorrow ain't promised so we live for the moment      I know, I know, yep yeah, you too   Okay we get it, yep yeah you too   I know, I know, yep yeah, you too   Okay everybody meet Mr. Me Too      I know, I know, yep yeah, you too   Okay we get it, yep yeah you too   I know, I know, yep yeah, you too   Okay everybody meet Mr. Me Too