Look at me funny, owe me money, nigga I swear to God I swear to God But he ain´t gon´ save ya Not even your neighbors Run off with that dough I put that bread on your head, nigga I put that bread on your head Boy, run off with my dough I put that bread on your head
[Fat Joe] Don´t anybody make real shit anymore? Guns so big, shit drag on the floor Press that elevator, got at least three floors With at least three whores When I leave, these yours, okay That´s why I call you José
´Cause you do whatever these hoes say I bring so much heat that the block, they call me Whiteside They drivin´ D´s up the wall Dark Knights ride Heron Joe Could you compare? Um, no? Roll my green in that red leaf, Tor-on-to My Mexicana mami say USA Global Joe, move the foreign off the new estate Put that bread on your head They be moppin´ the street Horse head on your bed This is mafia beef Uh, I just might give you a fifty pack And tell ´em bring FJ560 back
[Kent Jones]
Anybody got a problem, had a problem Look at me funny, owe me money, nigga I swear to God I swear to God But he ain´t gon´ save ya Not even your neighbors Run off with that dough I put that bread on your head, nigga I put that bread on your head Boy, run off with my dough I put that bread on your head
[Remy Ma] Now if I liked your man´s face, I would have sat on it Put some bread on your head, empty the TEC on it I ain´t talkin´ ´bout cash, I put a check on it You thought we was alright, I went left on it
In that number one spot, bitch, you dead on it Baby when you say my name, put some respek on it Yeah, you had a nice run but now The question is , Y´all finished or y´all done? And ya been sayin´ somethin´, said somethin´ Or mentioned my name, ho Put a bullet in the brain of the man on your Polo You can get this work for free, it´s pro bono I put funds on your bundles, mad dough on your afro Guap on your top, green on your bean Dubs on your mug, a new bag on your doo-rag I put them ends on your edges, bitch I swear to God I drop some bands on your nappy extensions, bitch
[Kent Jones] Anybody got a problem, had a problem
Look at me funny, owe me money, nigga I swear to God I swear to God But he ain´t gon´ save ya Not even your neighbors Run off with that dough I put that bread on your head, nigga I put that bread on your head Boy, run off with my dough I put that bread on your head (2x)