I walk in the spot,
and I see niggas standing 'round
So I ask what's going down
Got a girl in the back, a blunt in the mouth
And a chain on my neck,
hang to the ground
Hey, I said how you feel?
Baby look tough with a gangsta grill
I ain't rich, but I pay my bill
I'm like Jay,
I'm trying to drop me 'a mil'
My hood tripping, chrome wheel whipping
With all these hoes,
you can tell I'm slipping
Shots of Patron, got bird eye vision
Even broke niggas wanna
learn my pimping
Yeah, yo, let's be clear
You're unaware what's
in the underwear
She said 'yeah', I said 'yeah'
Pulled the purp' out and put it in the air
Ayo, I smell something burning up
So I throw it up, and I put it in the air
(Tell that DJ, turn it up
While I roll it up, and I, put it in the air)
Higher, we gon' take it, higher,
watch me move it
Higher, we put money in the air put,
put, put, put
Put it in the air
When I come up in the club,
and I see my niggas on the wall
And I'm like 'yo, what's
wrong with ya'll ?
Got these girls in the spot,
and I don't care if she a bird or not
'Cause I ain't really trynna talk to ya'll
Got a pocket full of stones,
grown with a pocket full of bones
I'm a class act, I follow with the chrome
Lane switching,
got your misses on the phone
Baby girl, turn ya head and teeth
missing out her comb
Look, I want this money off the books
Little kush, and a Playboy
bunny that can cook
You want the truth? Man, you
fucking with a crook
But these niggas want the juice,
now they fucking up the jux
Jimmy Crack Corn,
and I don't muthafucking care
'Cause the green is the only
thing puffin' over here
So be clear, put this bug up in your ear
Meth and Doc put it down,
yo, put it in the air
Ayo, I smell something burning up
So I throw it up,
and I put it in the air
(Tell that DJ, turn it up
While I roll it up, and I, put it in the air)
Higher, we gon' take it, higher,
watch me move it
Higher, we put money in the air put,
put, put, put
Put it in the air
A dude like me,
keep a boom boom in the truck
So you hear Doc rolling up
Middle finger in the air, to my haters,
yo, what's up?
You can tell Doc fuck shit up
Hey, nigga, I'm so hood
My hand on the pump,
niggas understood
Bitch, I'm no good, I swear
Light shit up like Times Square,
put it in the air
I got a bottle of Patron,
I'm the only one that spent that cash
But everybody try to get they glass
Now we can all have a drink,
if you trying to put some dough in the bank
But if not, ya'll can kiss my ass
I need a, Cinderella that can
give me the loot
Better yet, a French vanilla
that can give me the scoop
Oh yeah, just so we clear,
put this bug up in your ear
Meth and Doc put it down,
yo, put it in the air
Ayo, I smell something burning up
So I throw it up, and I put it in the air
(Tell that DJ, turn it up
While I roll it up, and I,
put it in the air)
Higher, we gon' take it, higher,
watch me move it
Higher, we put money in
the air put, put, put, put
Put it in the air
Method Man 
