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!)