Come on. Yeah, yeah. Hey. What, what. Yeah, yeah. Yeah. Brooklyn, Brooklyn. Come on. . Yo, y'all gon' hear this in the nightclubs for a year. When the song go on, throw on, ya tight mugs or ya stares.
Fuck bitches, get money. Fuck niggas, get money. Fuck bitches, get money. Fuck niggas, get money. Fuck bitches, get money. Fuck niggas, get money. . You wanna sip Mo' on my living room flo'.
You're all a bunch of fuckin' assholes. You know why?. You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be. You need people like me, you need people like me.