[Verse 1 - Rick Ross:]
My paint wet, my bitch bad
Straight mastermind, yo' rich ass
My cup full, full of that pink shit
So shut your fuckin' mouth, fuck all that weak shit
This MMG shit, MMG shit
She fuck my whole squad, she MMG bitch
Just got that G-Wagon, I'm just so innovative
We came for the money bags, so fuck your invitations
This calls for a celebration, Bel-Air celebration
60 hoes in the basement, nigga covered all the bases
Jabbar gave me a quarter, I sold it on the 1st
I took it to my mama, "here go get what you deserve"
Mob ties, Genovese
Money trains, centerpiece
We started at the bottom, until I got a bird
I pull that pussy card, that was all ya heard
Haan, haan, haan

[Hook - Snoop Dogg