We Go Where Ever We Want

Annotate [Intro] Yeah It's time for the smoke and mirrors to come down Niggas be talkin', but they don't be livin' that shit A whole lotta deception goin' on it the world It's Original Bad Boy Gang, nigga Check this out Click, clack Bang, bang Diamond Range Rover Chains like a dope dealer Fourth quarter player Three quarter chinchilla Gold chains, golden boy Front row sitter Niggas buyin' cars, we buy the whole dealer We buy the whole plane While them hoes playin' with 'em 100 chains, all the bad hoes came with us Shawty held me down when the people on it Ghostface, right hand, eagle on it My brother keeper, with the motherload And I ain't fuckin' undercover with them cover hoes Talkin' 100 chains on, cold dealer Montana, write your name on the smoke and mirrors If the money ain't the issue I I don't subscribe If the money ain't the reason Well then the question is why Get money with my people Then we never divide It's for the love and the money Make her love stay real And the money multiply Them niggas can't go where we go They can't get dough like we do Them niggas can't smoke like we smoke Them niggas can't go where we go Cause we go wherever we want I skip prayers just to make money I hope God forgive me, man I was hungry I'm tryin' clear my thoughts and? Apple red Porsche, army guns, air force Tryna count bills in the sunny hills Balenciagas, make more than doctors My crib bigger than your school, nigga I'm just skiing in the pool, nigga 10 mil just to settle, nigga Dead-ass like?, nigga I done started from the block, boy Now me and Ne-Yo on the top, boy Ayo, that's me kid Words produce Harry Winston under the goose Half moon, the wave's exclusive Catch me uptown shopping in a? Watch cost 1.5, I got the blue shit Everybody love me His texture's automatic money Independent drug game dummy Gettin' his, raisin' kids These are big boy scholars Flash money like Floyd Got the big gold wallet Roll out, it's 40 of us frontin' a bus That's the new stretch bubble Pipe the color of crust Gettin' high, chillin' fly, yellin'? Now I'm in hard bottoms Larry King, suspenders and bow tie