[Ali]  St. Lunatics and we here now, we never give up   Swallowin Cris' 'til we spit up, put your shit up 'cause now   We navigatin, wood grain, hood slang, collaboratin   God over satan, no debatin, so I'm celebratin   This new life, off the block buyin stock   Divin off the dock in Bangkok, I used to slang rock   And it was so hard, but now the wallet sport a gold card   Bitches goin nuts when the rims hit the boulevard   Hustle hard, the whole inside glowin   From the T.V.s, diamonds went from hard to see to 3-d   Double VD, bubble Lex with the CD   Puffin seaweed, I'm free, hit the slope and ski   DC to France, finance is too advanced   Wit' plans to 'cause a trance, money stands yellin "romance!"   I never stop comin, gunnin, runnin and sunnin   With Cuda spinnin them hun'neds on hun'neds spinnin and blunted     [(Chorus - Ali) 2x]  I'm like okaaaay, niggas brought they cars out   Thick broads out, all the stars out   We ain't been here two minutes, mami already yellin   "What a nigga gon' do with it, can we hop in the Infinite?"     [Murphy Lee]  Five deep in a Yuko', we struggle by toes, we still ghetto   Float St. Louis, fake insurance, with no petro   Nuts are heavy, Teddy Peddy tell 'em to let go   'Tics are ready, Kevin Law tell 'em I said so   I let go, sixteen out of sixty-four   And the forty-eight bars left'll have you keekin for mo'   Women be like "who do y'all think y'all are?"   I'm Mr. pull up in big trucks, I'm far from a star   'Cause I'm the sun, the reason why the day gon' come   One out of five reasons why they hatin on us   Tracks is like a gas tank, I fill 'em on up   And my shows is robbery style, they givin it up   I'm like a Michael Jackson concert, a milli' and up   And these haters are like a comedy, be buggin me up   They women treat me like cows, they be pullin my stuff   And to get that up outta me more, they be suckin me off     [Chorus]    [Kyjuan]  Now you know Mo, I stay equipped with a zip   And the soles of my Air Force One's on e'ry trip   And on e'ry whip I choose those D's to roll   (What them niggas 'round the corner gon' start shit for?)   When they know, oh, he keep a stash in the Nav'   Pop a half and take out your Ave. on my behalf   My whole staff love to laugh and count the money   On the couch, hands in our pants like Al Bundy   I love smoke ganjä, Monday to Monday   And e'ry other day a nigga fuckin with gun play   It's ok, since all the dogs out   All my broads out, doin they bump they ?? out   And we rollin, Henny holdin and blunt rollin   Money foldin, been in more rings than Hulk Hogan   It's official, Nelly Hummer clean as a whistle   You boys signed to Fo' Reel, you doin your thug thizzle     [Chorus]    I'm like okaaaay