Fat Joe

MGM Grand

I'm the realest nigga in here, y'already know it

A lot of you is fuck boys, y'already showed it

Used a straw to sip the Moet, diamonds on the Cuban

Where the fuck have you been? I'm producer Rick Ruben

Some of you call it Britney, rest in peace Whitney

But when you live your dreams nightmares could turn in tricky

Chase into yo hard stuff and niggas don't make 18

I was pitching hard rocks while you was watching 18

Rocky Balboa, hard white ain't a mystery

And I'm rockin more gold chains than Mr. T

I love strippers like 2 Chainz

And that music lean, bumpin 'New Slaves' uh

MGM Vegas on a late night

Bet I put the bread, that's a cake fight

Lil bruh I'm a put yo bra in the fat pussy

Love to take you on, bring it back to me

Oh my Mexicana lady

Tuta fuelte, mi seniorita

Yes lawd

My Columbiana lady

Cocaina, mi catalina

That raw

Platinum crucifixes, diamonds in the crown of dons

And you popped about the hood, survive the phantom doors

It's a suicide, it's a suicide

Pitchin Justin Timberlake, no suit and ties

A pair Timberlands and a hoodie on

They wanna strap me to the same bed they put tooky on

Fuck em though, I'm screamin TS is aboard the flight

6 people on a 12 seater for the night

Now that's 6 niggas with straps, 6 figure to match

On my way to Vegas with yo bitch rollin the craps

Put it all on crack and watch the money show