Cop me a mansion

[Verse: Remy Martin] R to the Ezzy, M to the Yzzy My arms stay breezy, the Don stay flizzy Got a date at 8, I'm in the 7-4-fizzive And I just bought a bike so I can ride 'til I die With a matchin' jacket, 'bout to cop me a mansion My niggas in the club, but you know they not dancin' We gangsta, and gangstas don't dance, we boogie So never mind how we got in here with burners and hoodies Listen, we don't pay admission and the bouncers don't check us And we walk around the metal detectors And there really ain't a need for a V.I.P section In the middle of the dance floor reckless, check it Said he, liked my necklace, started relaxin' Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction See, money ain't a thang, nigga, we still the same niggas Flows just changed, now we 'bout to change the game, nigga [Hook: Fat Joe] I said my niggas don't dance We just pull up our pants and, do the rockaway Now lean back, lean back Lean back, lean back (come on!)