Vārdi: Juelz Santana. Born To Lose, Built To Win. Home Run.

(feat. Lil Wayne)

[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]
Aight, I'm baaaack
Wake up in the mornin with one thought
I gotta get it
Then I hop up in the shower, had my b-tch already in it
While she ride me down, I stroke her breasts
Hopped out the shower soaking wet
I'm already fly and I ain't even put my clothes on yet
Cause
They get fly (they get fly), I am fly (I am fly) [x3]
Aight, ya n-ggas know me!
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[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Now I got money on money, and b-tches on b-tches
Bring my chopper to the office, let it handle all my bidness
I got money on my mind, and I'm thinking all day
Keep a bad b-tch to f-ck me when I had a long day
Cause my money make money and my b-tches get b-tches
Bring my chopper to the office, let it handle all my bidness
I get baseball money, check my home run average
Take over the game and let my homeboys have it

[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
Uh, aight
Ok I'm up to the plate, homerun is gone
You know what that means, time to bring that money home
Brown paper bags still talk that money
And my money make money I don't touch that money
I got money mad at me yeah upset money
I got money over money that's bumpin money
Crib so spacious, whip so matrix
Keep chicks with me, and the hips bodacious
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N-gga like me move quick, no patience
Rockstar life, everyday click wasted
Everyday's a long day, I get money the long way
Go to sleep then wake up with it, bed full of naked b-tches
They know I got that juice and they just want a taste, a sippin'
I be battin', they be pitchin', Barry Bonds the way I hit it
Listen, they get fly (they get fly), I am fly (am fly)
Aight, ya n-ggas know me!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Juelz Santana]
Uhhh
I'm international like my f-cking visa
Swag on Easter, that wrist on freezer
That b-tch on diva, waist on heater
Lungs on reefer, pockets on pizza
And when it come to gettin doe I'm a roll like Peter (yup)
Coke on the scale, Libra
Hail Mary n-ggas, no Mother Teresa
Aight, I'm forever on my grind (grind)
Cause you can freeze the watch but you can never freeze the time (no)
You pop sh-t, I show sh-t
You got sh-t, I own sh-t
That fly sh-t, I'm on it
I'm hawk shit, you novice
Man, ok I'm up to the plate, homerun is gone
You know what that means, it's time to bring that money home

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Juelz Santana]
Wake up in the mornin with one thought
I gotta get it
Then I hop up in the shower, had my b-tch already in it
While she ride me down, I stroke her breasts
Hopped out the shower soaking wet
I'm already fly and I ain't even put my clothes on yet
Cause
They get fly (they get fly), I am fly (I am fly) [x3]
Aight, ya n-ggas know me"