[Featuring Puff Daddy]
Verse One: Mase
Uh uh come on uh
It be the same cats that wouldn't listen to my demo
Now want they ass in my limo cause now I'm a sex symbol
Intercontinental L.A. airplay just like Jay Leno
Now all the labels out wanna send a memo
To do a remix yo but Mase say N.O.
Figure once I make it they'll fake it
And ain't nobody show me love when I was naked
And when he threw my tape in the trash, I laughed
Now niggas tape on blast, I laugh
Figure his days passed, make more cash
And I push everything from E to H-class
Four years ago couldn't go to a show
I was standin' on the corner sellin' dope for doe
Now no longer hope I'll blow, smoke my droll
Own a yacht, nigga fuck a boat that row
Chorus:
With all this money that we can make,
Why y'all cats wanna play' hate?
Do you wanna get money with us?
Do you wanna, do you wanna get money with us?
With all this money that we can make
Why y'all cats wanna play' hate?
Do you wanna get money with us?
Do you wanna, do you wanna get money with us?
Verse Two: Mase
Yo, the reality of it all, everybody can't ball
If you had currency, you wouldn't be worryin' 'bout me
But see, I could go the whole summer, go Hummer
But I'd rather go Lex bubble, cause it's less trouble
Make my doe and not just that, no investments, I live off just that
Money, hoes and clothes is shit that I'm best at
But I'm a Bad Boy so you gotta expect that
Why do what most do? Do what you 'possed to
My hot jams yo, tell bi-coastal
If you want a hit you can let me coach you
Money back on anything that got my vocals
This is so true, I do what pros do
