[Intro: Pharrell]
Yo, still hungry man
[Verse 1: Ms. Jade]
Yeah
Ay yo I'm bout to make moves
And get this little bit of paper right
This broke shit got a bitch staying awake at night
It ain't a guy thing or a girl thing
It's a me thing, getting high and drunk every weekend
Fuck drama I'd rather shine on you hard
Blacks in the Cadillac, no ice at all
76 AI, bitch watch me ball
Scouf law like a motherfucker dipping from the law
Oh naw, kinda game is they playing?
I got a gang a players, call my gang to bang em
To let em know that I'm all for the pesos
Hunnits say nothing young'n that shit is play doe
Push the pedal to the metal, hit the fuckin floor
Ain't about the D-O-E then what you talkin for?
Expedition never slippin on a money mission
Shit is real when you ain't even got no pot to piss in
That's why I'm on the come up, for the come up
Watch you niggas get done up who try to run up
However, whatever the case may be
You tryna get it down down, we can get it down down
[Hook: Ms. Jade (Pharrell)]
(Yeah) Up late at night
(Yeah) at the kitchen stove
(Yeah) With them V-12's
(Yeah) tryna make they goals
(Yeah) With the tech and gage
(Yeah) sellin grey and beige
(Yeah) Cos the red and blues
(Yeah) ducking the federals
(Yeah) Y'all get the smash n Benz
(Yeah) with the matching rims
(Yeah) Fuck driving dog
(Yeah) drug trafficking
(Yeah) Making illegal lefts
(Yeah) making crazy rights
(Yeaaaaaah) code over money, man
Never mind the ice
[Verse 2: Ms. Jade]
These motherfuckers ain't right, mad cos I got my game tight
You never find a brawl who grind twice as hard
Uh, this money situation, niggas acting funny on occasion
But that's on them, cos that's time wasting
Meanwhile I'ma be scheming for dockets
Stash in the sock drawer, nice little duckie
Working on a master plan to get the master cash
Parties and shit, I'ma have to pass
Cos one day I plan to live it up
Until then you gon give it up
Money man, tell me what the fuck is up
Here we go, here we go, here we go again
Roll it up, light it up, pass it to a friend
Stacking it all whether it's twenty or a thousand
Out to take my Philly off of welfare out of public housing
Who me? I got bills to pay
Until then I'm gon make a way, is that okay?
[Hook: Ms. Jade (Pharrell)]
(Yeah) Up late at night
(Yeah) at the kitchen stove
(Yeah) With them V-12's
(Yeah) tryna make they goals
(Yeah) With the tech and gage
(Yeah) sellin grey and beige
(Yeah) Cos the red and blues
(Yeah) ducking the federals
(Yeah) Y'all get the smashing Benz
(Yeah) with the matching rims
(Yeah) Fuck driving dog
(Yeah) drug trafficking
(Yeah) Making illegal lefts
(Yeah) making crazy rights
(Yeaaaaaah) code over money, man
Never mind the ice
[Verse 3: Ms. Jade]
The smell of money got my trigger finger acting funny
No stoppin me homies until I'm sittin nice and lovely
Keep puffin until I'm high as a bird
Want the dough; fuck the crumbs, give em to the birds
Oh my stars ain't asking "yo how come"'s
Fuck being patient I ain't waiting for the outcomes
Fuck you eating, Alpo? Please don't get me started
Out for the paper with that big face on it
[Hook: Ms. Jade (Pharrell)]
(Yeah) Up late at night
(Yeah) at the kitchen stove
(Yeah) With them V-12's
(Yeah) tryna make they goals
(Yeah) With the tech and gage
(Yeah) sellin grey and beige
(Yeah) Cos the red and blues
(Yeah) ducking the federals
(Yeah) Y'all get the smash n Benz
(Yeah) with the matching rims
(Yeah) Fuck driving dog
(Yeah) drug trafficking
(Yeah) Making illegal lefts
(Yeah) making crazy rights
(Yeaaaaaah) code over money, man
Never mind the ice
[Outro: Pharrell (Ms. Jade)]
Hush little baby, hush little baby
Hush little baby, hush little baby (where my dutches and my weed)
Hush little baby, hush little baby (and my henny and my vodka)
Hush little baby, hush little baby (all you other motherfuckers)
Hush little baby, hush little baby (get off my dick)
Hush little baby, hush little baby
Let's go, y'all can't fuck wit me and my nigga
Hush little baby, hush little baby (fuck it)
Hush little baby, hush little baby (Jade)
Ms. Jade to y'all bitches
Let's go, come on, uh, ooh
