(feat. Big Kap, Raekwon the Chef)
That nigga damn better get me in the tunnel tonight kid
I aint playin, straight up
[Raekwon the Chef]
The mafia version, son chop me up, got a locked version
Rocked up, knocked on a person
Extraterrestrial, kill em now let's be out
Just out, flowin over water then jet ski out
Feel up the heat surgeon, ankle gun, diamond on my thumb
Rough version, enough shots come murkin
Pullin? every slot ski? IV's? pop go cop a yacht piece
Fish and grease status and some hot grease
Fur lookin lassin, assassin
Jet lash rap nod till you crash
Hot rod flash
Bury mines in the mountains
Sprayin an ounce and everybody out bouncin
Chill or pay, couch countin
White gold table, cable on, automatic murder bent sable
Paperwork, page you
Last word from the Russians
We flashin up dutches
Yellin cat flex to these raw Cream Team touched it
[CHORUS:]
I wonder if someday that somebody wants to say that
Dem want war
I wonder if someday that somebody wants to say that
Dem want war
[The Chef]
Escaped in the six
Horror flicks, knowin how tomorrow gets
Niggas wanna borrow, take six
Cremate money, saw his hand floody, analyze he make money
Great minds and thugs play funny
Touchin a novelist's hands I gave you power
Nigga make grands, flowin like a lake in Iceland
Checkin my team, lookin tropical
Rocked up watches spottable
It symbolizes I aint gotta do
Share this money or die
Fear a nigga if he look shy
2000 eye, holdin fly
The speaker collapsed
Can't wait till they bring the Gucci sneakers back
Nigga like this, I buy a rack
The man like Floyd Mayweather
Y'all, the opposite lookin gay togehther
Trade in them plain leathers
It's like this make a classic
Me, I wrap it up, shit plastic
I'm married to the cash dick
[CHORUS]
