Caviar dreams, Cru in the gas tanks make the cars lean
All my niggaz winning, this is all team
Millions in drug money, the music is all clean
EMG going public, this is all mean
See back had the early vision when niggaz was fourteen
Have a baby baby, give em more cream
757, G. 550 Gulf Stream

Riding in my Caddie...Its a quarter million...
Got it kitted up computers is on the ceiling....
Oh what a feeling... drug dealing,
catch a case go trial if niggaz blow we appealing...
grew up surrounded by violence, yeah!!.
Money piling, 100k in the Louis store I don't do a stylist....
I'm a nigga that innovate...nigga that generate...
chop up the body in garbage bags and incinerate yeah!!
that's dirty birdy...that's a dinner plate...
Momma's good Tupperware...it’s time for some supper dear...
Back in Ms. Alice crib..I would love it there...
Brittany wanted the chocolate she tell me to fuck it bare...
A nigga that's from the jungle...chuck a spear...
light a blunt chuck a beer....got the bucket that's near...
damn this shit was a sure profession...
patience and slow progressions...
open ya heart receive my niggaz don't blow ya blessings...

Champagne wishes, Caviar dreams, Cru in the gas tanks make the cars lean
All my niggaz winning, this is all team
Millions in drug money, the music is all clean
EMG going public, this is all mean
See back had the early vision when niggaz was fourteen
Have a baby baby, give em more cream
757, G. 550 Gulf Stream

Daddy had the Benz wagon
Daddy had Bernice Burgos before she had the wagon
Pardon me for bragging
Now I’m going platinum like Cisco with the dragon
Wavy like Max with the BB Saggin
Wavy like my hair when you see the silky flappin'
Big waves like Katrina when the water crashed in
They all want to copy the wave
Kids mosh pit in durags while I rock on the stage
Nike boots and Marmot's like it’s a Harlem parade
I’m in the jungle, I mean what more can I say
Antoine had the lion right in the PJ's
I mean damn, cops put us in the cage, like we some animals
But I’m still in love with this place
Harlem world I think we need some prayers from preacher Mase
Out in France with designers just increasin’ my taste
All this champagne spillin’ keep the crease in my face

Champagne wishes, Caviar dreams, Cru in the gas tanks make the cars lean
All my niggaz winning, this is all team
Millions in drug money, the music is all clean
EMG going public, this is all mean
See back had the early vision when niggaz was fourteen
Have a baby baby, give em more cream
757, G. 550 Gulf Stream