We turnin' the heat up
again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the beat up
again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the street up
again (Yee)
We blowin' the speakers
again (Yeah)
In my Ferragana- Ferragamo (Uh)
While they fear the God,
I fear the problem (Uh)
Bitch, we be comin' to win
(Yeah)
Yes, we came a long way
from the bottom
We turnin' the heat up
again (Uh)
We fuckin' the beat up
again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the street up
again (Yeah)
We blowin' the speakers
again (Woop)
In my Ferragana- Ferragamo
(Yeah)
While they fear the God,
I fear the problem
(Yeah)
Bitch, we be comin' to win
(Uh)
Yes, we came a long way from
the bottom (Yeah)
In a Panamera Porsche (Ugh)
Color marinara sauce (Ugh)
Color soundin' like I split a atom,
put the body on a cross (Yeah)
Doin' this shit like you can't imagine
Even my bitches be whippin' Phantoms
(Bitches be whippin' Phantoms)
My bitches drink flat tummy tea 'til all
they shit all flatten (Yah)
See how we lettin' it go? (Damn)
Hannibal Lecter with flows
(Damn)
Very selective with hoes
Despite I'm the nigga she chose (Damn)
Get imported fabrics
from Morocco (Yeah, yeah)
Ship with a ten million dollar
condo (Yeah, yeah)
Just to me Macho C- Camacho (Yeah,
yeah)
Leadin' the flacas, they gotta
follow (Yeah)
We turnin' the heat up
again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the beat up
again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the street up
again (Yee)
We blowin' the speakers
again (Yeah)
In my Ferragana Ferragamo (Uh)
While they fear the God,
I fear the problem (Uh)
Bitch, we be comin' to win
(Yeah)
Yes, we came a long way
from the bottom
We turnin' the heat up
again (Uh)
We fuckin' the beat up
again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the street up
again (Yeah)
We blowin' the speakers
again (Woop)
In my Ferragana Ferragamo
(Yeah)
While they fear the God,
I fear the problem (Yeah)
Bitch, we be comin' to win (Uh)
Yes, we came a long way from
the bottom
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah)
Let me take off my coat 'cause
it's hot in this bitch
(Hot in this bitch)
I been gettin' my dough,
just talkin' my shit (Talkin' and livin')
'Bout to fuck with these hoes,
follow the whip (Follow, follow)
And they know exactly what to do,
follow the script
I'm in the gate and
I'm countin' the profit
While shittin' on niggas,
you never could stop it
Future Bugattis, you know
I'ma cop it
Then kill all these niggas,
you know, when I drop it
Niggas know already,
niggas know the topic (Damn)
Jump up in this bitch and niggas
know I got it (Damn)
It's all up in my blood,
they know it's biologic (Yee)
You can give 'em all a new
feast for the street
I'ma give 'em the food so
my niggas can eat
When I'm livin' the truth,
that's always when I speak
Now go stand on the couch,
now go stand on the seat
And I make all you nig
gas play this on repeat
Watch me lift up the buildin'
and fuck up the beat
While I spend all this money,
I want a receipt
When you niggas cool off I'll be
givin' you heat
And you know we'll be back just to
fuck up the streets
We turnin' the heat up
again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the beat up
again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the street up
again (Yee)
We blowin' the speakers
again (Yeah)
In my Ferragana Ferragamo (Uh)
While they fear the God,
I fear the problem (Uh)
Bitch, we be comin' to win
(Yeah)
Yes, we came a long way
from the bottom
We turnin' the heat up
again (Uh)
We fuckin' the beat up
again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the street up
again (Yeah)
We blowin' the speakers
again (Woop)
In my Ferragana Ferragamo (Yeah)
While they fear the God,
I fear the problem (Yeah)
Bitch, we be comin' to win (Uh)
Yes, we came a long way
Busta Rhymes 
