| Ain't nobody as hot as us | |
| East side, west side, north side, south side | |
| Let's ride, uh, the | |
| Goat is now taking over the building | |
| It's time for some of that ol', that good ol' | |
| Yankee up north dirty south, | |
| Yankee music | |
| Uh, it ain't where you from, homey | |
| It's how hot you are, | |
| Nicolette, let's, come on | |
| I be that, girl who straight pop from the | |
| N.Y.Doing my thing, all day, yeah, it's her | |
| Nicolette on the track, matter fact, bring it back | |
| Tell me what you think about her | |
| Who you know with a flow so loco | |
| On a dirty south track from the | |
| N.Y. though | |
| I be on it, | |
| I be on it, y'all cats don't really want it | |
| Y'all don't want it, y'all just fronting, homeboy | |
| Then back up off me | |
| I'm a young fly soldier | |
| Thought I told ya, wack cats is gon' be over | |
| I'm a supernova, controller, anything that | |
| I get I hold up | |
| I'm a supernova, controller, anything that | |
| I get I hold up | |
| Take it back up to the | |
| N.Y.Show 'em how we do, what we do and why | |
| Keep ballin' in our ride, driving show, | |
| I pass 'em by | |
| You see our paper, haters hating but it's still all good | |
| And if you looking for me | |
| You can catch me in my hood | |
| Just doing my thing, got the ring bling | |
| Don't get it misunderstood | |
| Nicolette, | |
| LL, on the same track | |
| Bring it back, tell me what you, think about that | |
| Boys tryin' to holla but | |
| I ain't having that | |
| You better have game, you better come correct | |
| Ya Girl Nicolette, don't like lame cats | |
| Tell me what you think about that, let's go | |
| Love that you made money, really don't matter | |
| If I see her from a far, this what | |
| I yell at her | |
| Hey, over there, over there | |
| Ho, get over here, get over here | |
| In your club with your girls, | |
| I'm in here with my mans | |
| Won't your girls meet my boys, we can all be friends | |
| Hey, over there, over there | |
| Ho, get over here, get over here | |
| Got to get it popping | |
| The track is knocking, the | |
| Bentley's rocking | |
| Overdose I'm suppose to roast 'em | |
| With every bar | |
| I'm dropping | |
| Every time | |
| I drop they copping | |
| Every single line | |
| I lay is locking | |
| You a hater, boy, stop your plotting | |
| It'll be your blood we mopping | |
| Talk about that major flavor, keyed up, cut like a razor | |
| Lyrically | |
| I stake and bake ya, you can see | |
| I get that paper | |
| Wear jet black like | |
| Darth Vader, hopping out on playa haters | |
| It's in my n-n-nature, never been a smoother operator | |
| Switch it up, hit it up, get it up, let it up | |
| Your girl from the back like giddy up | |
| How come I run, you like my son | |
| I blow the whole god damn city up | |
| Inside that long white milky | |
| BentleyLike | |
| I just picked | |
| Diddy upThink about that while you doubt that | |
| You a fake mac, you can't count that | |
| Hop all off then | |
| I bounce back | |
| Got 'em looking a wolf pack outback | |
| I'm from where them | |
| Goat, Goat, shout that | |
| Ask Master | |
| P, I'm bout that | |
| Everybody know | |
| I'm holding | |
| In the party, pocket swollen | |
| Rock and rolling | |
| Competition catching coals in they colon | |
| Love that you made money, really don't matter | |
| If I see her from a far, this what | |
| I yell at her | |
| Hey, over there, over there | |
| Ho, get over here, get over here | |
| In your club with your girls, | |
| I'm in here with my mans | |
| Won't your girls meet my boys, we can all be friends | |
| Hey, over there, over there | |
| Ho, get over here, get over here | |
| What up y'all, y'all know us | |
| Know the party ain't | |
| I'll til we show up | |
| Once we hit the scene, the chicks go nuts | |
| Sorry if I intervene, ma but so what | |
| Pour more cups of the drink, cups of the guz stop | |
| Til I'm all drunk in the place, burn the kush to the face | |
| Making the dudes wanna hate' | |
| Cause we them new dudes in the state | |
| Yeah, we in the club just chilling, | |
| B, yeah, baby feeling me | |
| Feel like a barbecue, shorty keep grilling me up | |
| In the club doing stacks where a ceiling be | |
| Do it well, ask | |
| LL dog feeling me | |
| Dudes not feeling me, because we walked in the door | |
| Looking flyer than airplanes, it's not touching the floor | |
| It do what it do, get the flow get you, and it move | |
| The body move to the tune, yessir | |
| DJ let it boom in the room | |
| Shit's just there like and now your boy here | |
| We hot like | |
| June, gon' drop real soon | |
| Let 'em know that | |
| Queens in the house | |
| We jam ride from to the north to the side | |
| I'm a young back, just shut your mouth | |
| Shut your mouth, turn it around | |
| Shake a little bit, drop down to the ground | |
| Most of the time, don't stop or pound | |
| Before we wasn't it but be popping now | |
| Popping now, people love us when we dropping the sound | |
| Come to your hood, we be rocking your town | |
| Go to the show we rocking the crowd | |
| Get gwop by the thou', wow | |
| Come on and roll with the kid, back to the crib | |
| Car real fast, bed real big | |
| Just like that, | |
| I'm a get them stacks | |
| Got 'em screaming out, my neck, my back | |
| Work it all night, this ain't no tease | |
| You gonna be scarred, | |
| I'm a sweat that weave | |
| Now you can't drive, it's too much speed | |
| Just sit back and enjoy that breeze | |
| In the whip today but not tomorrow | |
| That's the life of a superstar | |
| Wanna be involved, better be aware | |
| Ticky Diamondz got women everywhere | |
| Do it on the floor, stairs to the chair | |
| Do it on the beat, please, hands to stare | |
| Got you on the beach, you out somewhere | |
| Got your girl screaming that it ain't that fair | |
| Baby come true, got enough bread | |
| Switch to the truck, nothing more said | |
| Kid don't play, just do clean | |
| That's what it is, when | |
| I come from | |
| QueensDo my lean, big black truck | |
| Coming through like | |
| I'm moving that stuff | |
| I just get checks, just get neck | |
| Girls I'm afraid, running round butt nake | |
| Gotta go back to the grind | |
| Back to the tracks, back to the rhymes | |
| Burn a little haze, | |
| I let my rhyme | |
| Love that you made money, really don't matter | |
| If I see her from a far, this what | |
| I yell at her | |
| Hey, over there, over there | |
| Ho, get over here, get over here | |
| In your club with your girls, | |
| I'm in here with my mans | |
| Won't your girls meet my boys, we can all be friends | |
| Hey, over there, over there | |
| Ho, get over here, get over here |
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