Set It Off (2012 version)

[Verse 1: Mone] Hands to the ceiling, yeah, we come to do work Don't nobody move and nobody getting murked Wrist covered in jewels, timepiece a small work Diamonds screaming, "Hallelujah," watch cost a small church Get it how we live it Spend it like we print it Everything be tinted We buy it, you niggas rent it No, don't be offended, I give you niggas the business Giving you bitches stitches, you would think I was a dentist They label me a menace, A-Wax Homie, you need that white, Ajax We move em by the squares, eight-tracks Swag on a mil, name even to the max Racks on racks, yeah we all about that action Bunch of bald yellowbone bitches, Toni Braxton Take a hard hit to the face, Meeka Claxton Your bitch up on my stick, when I hit I'm Reggie Jackson [Hook: Swizz Beatz] We gonna get it popping in this motherfucker, get it popping We gon set it off in this motherfucker, set it off Hands in the air in this motherfucker, hands up We don't really care in this motherfucker, don't care Get your drinks up in this motherfucker, drinks up Smoke that good shit in this motherfucker, smoke something Get all that cake in this motherfucker, get money Ain't nobody hating in this motherfucker, show love [Verse 2: Erick Sermon] Yes sir, I feel great and Even if there's hate in the air, I'm still straight and Even those saying we dead is my sake It's the apple, this balloon won't deflate Nah, not while I'm present When you hear the E with Godson and Vic It come out fly, whoever says it And that's why I stay so Polo'd down, yup My guns be the newest, my jeans be the bluest Got bread like I'm Jewish, address me as mister Chicks gather around like it's a Bar Mitzvah Calling me daddy but I ain't Twista Calling me poppa but I ain't Christopher You checking out one of God's bestest Something closer to justice, I'm bigger than Precious History, boy, up in the making If there's something left in the rap game, homie, we taking [Hook] [Verse 3: Fred The Godson] I put the work out, Tae Bo Hop out the Tahoe They lost boys, still hype, Freaky Tah flow Yeah, I know -- you getting money, you happy Nigga, when you triple your work, then you get at me They slipping on they pimping, I got the shottie, I'm limping Hit eighteen no limit, you'll get it if you just listen Like they gon' pay ten, I'm Sean pimping when I'm whipping Gary Peyton; ten k? Sorry, Erick, I'll just keep spitting I'm the best by far, they gotta keep their flow tighter I hit the club, buy the bar -- no ghostwriter Hit up the ma's dance floor, hold her close, tighter And by tomorrow, wake up with no clothes by her I'm so Fat Boy fresh With that rap, boy -- you know that boy best Swizzy on the beat, Erick Sermon a legend Fred and Vico the future, what a weapon [Hook] [Verse 4: Swizz Beatz] I'm chilling in my Aston Martin with four doors The top off, I feel like that bitch fell off Niggas acting sick, well I make you niggas cough Plus I'm riding clean, bitch -- I got them white walls I'm chilling on a yacht with that billion dollar talk That billion dollar walk, I got that billion dollar spark I come from that gritty city up the New York You niggas talking crazy, bet you niggas won't jump But your money where your mouth is Put your house or put your keys I'm in this fucking game And I do this shit for real Two hundred and fifty million sold track record You niggas talking crazy, you ain't got a hot record Fresh