[Verse 1]
Can I hit in the morning
Without giving you half of my dough
And even worse, if I was broke would you want me?
If I couldn't get you finer things
Like all of them diamond rings bitches kill for
Would you still roll?
If we couldn't see the sun rising off the shore of Thailand
Would you ride then, if I wasn't driving?
If I wasn't a 8-figure nigga by the name of Jigga
Would you come around me or would you clown me?
If I couldn't flow futuristic, would ya
Put your two lips on my wood and kiss it? Could ya
See yourself with a nigga working harder than 9 to 5?
10 to 6, two jobs to survive, or
Do you need a baller so you can shop and tear the mall up?
Brag, tell your friends what I bought ya
If you couldn't see yourself with a nigga when his dough is low
Baby girl, if this is so, yo

[Hook]
Can I get a "fuck you"
To these bitches from all of my niggas
Who don't love hoes, they get no dough

[Girl]
Can I get a woop woop!
To these niggas from all of my bitches
Who don't got love for niggas without dubs?

Now will you bounce wit me bounce wit me
Bounce bitch! Bounce!

[Verse 2 - Female Jay-Z]
You ain't gotta be rich but fuck that!
How we gonna get around on your bus pass?
Before I put this pussy on your mustache
Can you afford me? My niggas breadwinners, never corny
Ambition makes me so horny
Not the fussin and the frontin
If you got nothing, baby boy, you better
Get up, get out and get something, shit
I like a lot of Prada, Alize and Vodka
Late nights, candlelight, then I tear the cock up
Get it up I put it down everytime it pop up, huh
I got to snap em, let it loose, then I knock ya
Feel the juice, then I got ya - when you produce a rock
I let you meet momma and introduce you to poppa
My coochie remains in a Gucci name
Never test my patience, nigga, I'm high maintenance
High class, if you ain't rollin, bypass
If you ain't holdin I dash yo

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Ja Rule]
It ain't even a question
How my dough flows, I'm good to these bad hoes
Like my puss wet like damp clothes
What y'all niggas don't know: it's eazy to pimp a ho
Bitches better have my money fo sho
Before they go running they mouth, promotin how
I be dickin they back out, go 'head, let it out
I fucks with my Gat out, bounce and leave a hundred
Makin em feel, slutted even if they don't want it
It's been so long!
Since I met a chick ain't on my tips but then I'm
Dead wrong! When I tell em, "Be gone!"
So hold on! To the feeling of flossing and plat-num!
Cause from now on! You can witness Ja the i-con!
With hoodies and Timbs on, cause I thugs my bitches
VV studs my bitches, then we rob bitch niggas
I'm talkin' bout straight figures, if you here, you with us
If not, Boo, you know what? I still fucked you