[Produced by Scott Storch]
[Intro]
Uh, light somethin', stop frontin'
[Verse 1: Nas]
How much money's enough? Think maybe like a trillion figures
Pray my daughter don't wild like the Hilton sisters
That'd kill me, yo –filthy rich,my daughter pass it onto the next generation
Throwing carnations
At my tombstone, in my new home
Meet Moms in my Yves Saint Laurent suit on
Then we do a dance
Like my man Luther jam, but my verse came first
I stole change out her purse
Now I wanna dig her up outta the Earth
Too morbid, lean forward, toward a new paragraph
Blue carats, D-class
Strictly that kush in the weed bags
Tryna figure out what Berry Gordy had put in production
Studio's smokey now, hard like David Ruffin
Hit a spliff through a seance, and uh, play on, playa
[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
Finest females, I spit game on, I sprayed her
Gotta get your papes on, play on, playa
Before it's all gone, sip Don, tip waiters
Do y'all thing, ménage, swing, baby
Spend dubs on your bruhs, gotta live crazy
Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her
Get your papes on, play on, playa
Get your papes on, play on, playa
Get your papes on (Uhh)
[Verse 2: Nas]
Ruby Red grapefruit juice with Grey Goose
Rubies in the Jesus piece, pimped out like Snoopy
But a East Coast thing, my girl's stocking
Tied up in a knot, top of my bean head
Billion dollar dream head – went from triple beams to digitals
Servin' fiends to minimal
Sixty G's, no criminal – no mo', just mo' dough
Mimosas pouring, Oprah's earrings
On fingers while your girl performs cunnilingus
'Cause there's big money, aroma lingers
Barber cleans his blade, then he give me a fade
Hot towel on the face
Hot models, who vomit after they eat, so they can stay lightweight
Swallowin' my protein like an Ovaltine shake
Come through like Moe Greene
From 'Godfather', so clean – where I step, I Clorox it
Keep 20 G's, on both sides of the thighs, that's four pockets
80 thou', to browse for the nicest price
But we ain't into buyin' conflict ice
That's the shit they stole from the Congo, and other black soil
True mack fo' you
Nappy hair, just spinning
Honey gave me a massage with a happy ending
Finest females, I just came on and sprayed her
Got to get your papes on, play on, playa
[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her
Gotta get your papes on, play on, playa
Before it's all gone, sip Don, tip waiters
Do y'all thing, ménage, swing, baby
Spend dubs on your bruhs, gotta live crazy
Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her
Get your papes on, play on, playa
[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
It's kinda hard for a playa like you
But let me show you how a nigga like me get revenue
What you never do is punk out, what you better do
Never let the game get ahead of you, get a better view
Better yet, a better crew
Praise God, I'ma marry you
Get ya holy, carry you
Bury you, slowly, roll me another blunt – stuff it
Lick it, puff it, tuck it – fuck it
That man, that game, that thing it busts
In D-O-double-G we trust
Yup, yup, young loc with the two steps
He creepin' with two TEC's
They sleepin' with two chicks
Right before we blast, all you heard was two clicks (Bloaw!)
End of existence, for instance
Rewind, replay it, re-chop it, remix it, re-twist it
"Goddamn, D-O-double-G, cuz, we missed it!"
Travel slow, I'm an Indian, but not a Navajo
I smoke the big leaf, end all the big beefs
My hair in two braids, I'm the big chief
La-da-da, be-da-ba-da…
Yeah, break that down, how fresh you are?
The king from Queens, Mr. Escobar
Connect with the best from the West, yes-yes, you are
Oh my God, it's Snoop Dogg and Nas – playa, play on
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