(JD)
Uh huh, oh
Oh, damn baby
Shit...
How you get all that in them jeans?

Nevermind that, you hear this?
It's that Star Trak
Clipse, So So Def

(Pusha)
Question, ask any nigga
Rapper or a hustler, who rocks is bigger?
(The rapper)
Na, dawg, go figure
With the V12, I make that straight killa
I flood the block, I hug the glock
I have a whole neighborhood that seen a thug to stop
Cause I show 'em what Waco see, then hit the district cant visit to Jac o b
I like my diamonds colored, watch it smothered
Show off at the place of jewels, let the white man love it
I'm too much, got bitches out for me
Bring 'em home, give 'em they choice of balcony
She said "We can have more fun", I said How can we?
Then she brought her girl in and ate her out for me, wow
All night sexin', just think, this all came from one question

(Chorus- JD)
You got a big ass bell? Lemme see you jingle it baby
You got a big ass bell? Lemme see you jingle it baby
Wanna talk about cars? Lets talk about it
Wanna talk about a house? Lets talk about it
Wanna talk about jewels? Lets talk about it
Wanna talk about money? Dont talk without it
Wanna talk about chicks? Lets talk about it
Wanna talk about hits? Lets talk about it
Wanna talk about cris? Lets talk about it
But when you talk about cash, dont talk without it

(JD)
Now as the game rotates, and my chrome gets bigger
More and more girls wanna fuck this nigga
Hard for a chick not to stick around
When I come through town, layin my dick down
They can tell a true playa by the clothes that I wear
Game that I spit, and the length of my hair
The more I come, the more I cum, get it?
What you see now, I been done did it
Every girl around, I been done hit it
Cars been kited, since I was sixteen
And yes, I'm still spendin' that kris kross creme
Big boy moves, big boy shine
Big boy watch tell big boy time
Everybody know I got the recipe, so you know ya'll niggas can't mess with me
Matter of fact, I don't even gotta say no mo

(Malice)
it aint to many things that exceed my reach,
speed boat glass floor let you see underneath,
but nevamind that tho im just showin off as i do in the porche show,
as the top loss i aint changed the game hads you know the name ads,
Malice in my wrist like shattered stained glass,
i generate the Franklins and Grants,
each ear look liek a hallogen lamp,
im high beamin, and at the same time leanin,
in them butter soft seats that keep us street thugs sceamin,
before we compare paper, get ur weight up i need more points then that,
dont you play with me jacob,
you see me in my backyard,
you see me live im every color of the spectrum, like ROY-G-BIV,
look dawg, get a load of how daddy ball,
wanna talk about cash while i dun sed it all...