We Gon Make It Right

[Verse 1: Mase] Who got all that old money, plus that new cheddar Six coupes and better, with Snoopy on his sweater That ice on his sleeve makes it hard to speak ? cars and chiefs, show me a car receipt I don't believe it, you know I'm an unbeliever Joint so hot, had to leave the join in the freezer Cruise in the two-seater, one of my divas If you didn't see my chick, you didn't see her that long If it wasn't top bank, then it was Nia Long I just blaze along, bump the same old song The same OG, know I'm the same old me Every chick I the club put a claim on me You know I got money, look at the chain on me My wrist and my neck, everybody give me respect My life is ruined, got players white pursuin' If I paid for the telly, all night we screwin' [Hook] We gon' make it right you know what I mean Cause every girl that chased the night be running after me We gon' make it right, and you know what I mean Cause everything that shines bright ain't even what it seems Oh we gon' make it right [Verse 2: AZ] This an extravaganza, snap ya cameras Relax, I'm blue, black, from that sun of Savannah That blue, black with some fun in Atlanta Loop's having a party, told her come in pajamas Cheuffer driven, let's toast for living No one going to heaven, this is as close as I'm getting Rap life, I'm like the Pope in prison And we barely ever spoke religion, suited up In all concert jewels and such, it's years later And my nigga ain't lose his touch, it's still in me Started with the Baileys and Henny Now it's barely Grey Goose with Grenadine and Fendy, clothes trendy Wardrobe Louis and Fendi, if niggas knew me I know most would truly commend me, then they envy So, one by one, girls, come caress me Undress, molest me, but you can't possess me [Hook] [Verse 3: Mase] From the streets that niggas don't know Like Grand Rapids down to ? Where girls faint for a photo while you still promo Oh no, you got to get your shit straight Half these niggas only hot on the mixtape Only loved in six states, I'm loved in 46 Probably can hit, any fucking shorty they with Be they man, when I leave, then they call me a bitch Make your block go hot, they can't pump ?? [Verse 4: AZ] Yo this is glamorous, Spanish chicks South Beach bikinis, sun tans and sip A hundred and sixty thou on my hands and wrist Get me how I was raised on some family shit Streets is in me, go where the reefer send me Sick thoughts was taught not to be so friendly People stress, fanatic, got the ease on sess Understand after me, there will be no left [Hook]