So Fly

[Intro: Fat Joe] Crack, nigga! (Mark Henry) Arrrr! We talkin' big money, big estates, big cars Big cribs, bad bitches Plenty of 'em, nigga, foreign bitches I don't know what they be sayin' half the time, nigga Darkside... [Verse 1: Fat Joe] Reaganomics pushed our backs against the wall We was only payin' homage to the ones that came before us, like Lucky Luciano, and Al Capone Originators of sellin' raw, no liquor stores Talkin' Cobain, cocaine, that hard white Pumpin' Coltrane, the go wings, that's all white Hustle my way to the top, I took flight Haters try to pull the ladder to stagger this crook's life Sittin' in my castle surrounded by naked dancers And fully automatic sticks deadlier than cancer No answer for this life, we just live it The only question now, is you with it? Travel so much, you swear a nigga move his pivot Centurions of G5's, skies is the limit It's no Biggie, I does it in my sleep Darkside 2, yeah, we do it for the streets, muh'fuckers [Chorus: Arland] Fast cars with bad broads Every day we be about that dollar Champagne poppin' now So you can't stop us, we on our hustle So fly... yeah we live the fast life (the fast life...) We hustle, yeah we 'bout that life [Verse 2: Fat Joe] Yo, niggas spit bars, while my niggas sit behind 'em Servin sentences ever since Jordash was designin' Gazelle frames bringin' shade to my environment I made my bread already, and I'ma lie on it Pull off the lot, and every bitch got they eye on it Tuxedo, black Phantom, nigga put a bow tie on it Married to the game, glass shaped pools Swimmin' in the champagne, every day's a honeymoon, woo! Invisible settings all in the bezel From Rolex to the treatment, the suites is all presidential No safety on the plastic The Glock got, 40 ways to put you in a casket, choose one And never push the pedal 'til the shoes come Supplyin' is a habit 'til they put yo' ass on News One You got one life to live, go 'head and prove somethin' I know niggas ain't comin home 'til two thousand two somethin' [Chorus: Arland] Fast cars with bad broads Every day we be about that dollar Champagne poppin' now So you can't stop us, we on our hustle So fly... yeah we live the fast life (the fast life...) We hustle, yeah we 'bout that life [Outro: Fat Joe] You already know In France (?), Middle East (?) (?) (?), arrr! They love a nigga, ha They love me man, woo!