[Intro]nWhat wh-wh-what what what, nigga [x7]nYo.. c'mon with it nigganThis for my nigga right here, strictly for my niggaznWhat, turn it up, turn the.. turn the level upnn[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9]nAll we wanna do is make moneynThat's all that we wanna donLong as y'all niggaz don't fuck with usnthen my crew don't fuck with you (feel me, nigga bounce)nAll we wanna do is make moneynThat's all that we wanna donY'all niggaz, if you think about fuckin with usnthen my crew gon' fuck with younn[Royce Da 5'9]nYo, yo, yo.. how many niggaz wanna benon the receivin end of a bullet; thugs, keepin it realnStay heated with steel, I can see dude that you killednAnd watch me flee to BrazilnYou don't wanna make nothin of thisnNaw, I ain't nothin to this, ain't nothin to spitnFuckin with me gets you nothin but hitnOpenin up clutchin the fifth, somethin just niggaz must admitn5'9 nigga with game, knowin all enemy namesnSendin ten at the same shots through ten in your Rangeninto your brain, hearing at the end of your reignnUhh, ain't shit sweetnAll y'all niggaz gon' know when I finishnthat I can get when I put my mind to itnAnd all y'all niggaz gon' know when I finishnthat I can get when I put my nine to itnI'm here to get the goods in mass amountsnGive it back to the hood, pass it outnGet a brand new house, cash it outnGot a problem with it nigga? We can blast it outnYou hate this, runnin through holes like shoelacesnHere to make a statementnEven if it means puttin you under the pavementnDrop while I'm foamin at the mouth for dough, money I taste itnEverybody gotta have a heart as corenAnd it seems that it's always yoursnBut it never drip-drops in a stormnWhen it rains it'll always pour (what?)nY'all niggaz know the deally wit menAll y'all niggaz sound silly to menAnd I gotta believe, if you ain't feelin menThat you gotta be harder to please to feel it to menFeel this, nigga bouncenn[Chorus x2: w/ ad libs]nn[Royce Da 5'9]nWhat, what? We tryna take over the worldnAny nigga with ears that can hear or comprehendnAin't one nigga livin I'm scared ofnAll my niggaz'll be jumpin innAnd for any nigga thinkin that he out of his shitnSnatched out of his whipnFed to the dogs, get an ultimatum or picknAs to what he wanna get hit by – the rott or the pittnUp in the 'burbs, chillin with nothin but birdsnWe cash checks on the thirdnAnd when I say that I'm out for the greennYou know a nigga mean every aspect of the wordn(Yeah) Walk the streetnIt's a nigga that stalk you, chatterin your teethnRunnin your mouth until I pull out with the heatnTellin you that talk is cheapnAnd it'll cost you true King of the kingnNigga with more beef than a war chief you can't defeat nor beatnSmile at the sight of a thug, then I go right for the bloodnThis nigga thought he was cold so I hit him with more heatn(Blaow!) Niggaz don't even deserve to breathenHow the fuck is you servin me?nI'm the nigga with the pump ready to dump all nine shotsnuntil your body turn burgundy – want war nigga?nYou don't wanna fuck with this, what's all of thisnYou might as well un-ball your fistnYou think the real niggaz fight with fists?nLet me be the first to tell you that it's all a mythnI ain't playin with y'all niggaz, it ain't a gamenReal niggaz recognize the realnSo when I aim, I aim to hitnAnd I came to spit shit you feelnFeel this (feel me)nn[Chorus] x2: w/ ad libs]nn[Outro]nWhat wh-wh-what what what, nigga [x15]nWhat, nigga, what, nigganWhat wh-wh-what what what, nigga!n