You know we back, right?

Clear the streets out

Come on with it, ha-ha, Star Trak Niggas is haters, I'm doin' deals like the majors

Ice Cream sneakers, I signed my first skater

So you can pay three and buy yourself some Bapestas

Bulletproof under t-shirts because they hate us

Do like Snoop say step your game up

Double-decker boat nigga, Meditterane up

D-Class action cuts, tuck your chain up

Liberace fingers, niggas hit Lorraine up

Just last week, I was out in Aspen

Me and Puff hoppin' off the plane, both us laughin'

A week before that, I was out in Italy

Italian heart throbs could not get rid of me

Up in Donatella's crib, me and like ten hoes

Call from the cell phone, give me that Enzo

I know what your thinkin' yeah me too

Okay everybody meet Mr. Me Too Been two years, like I was paddy wagon cruisin'

The streets was yours, you're dunce cappin' and kazooin'

I was just assumin' you'd keep the coke movin'

But I got one question, * y'all been doin'?

Pyrex stirs turned into Cavalli furs

The full length cat, when I wave, the kitty purs

All my niggas caked up, sellin' gray and beige dust

Had that money right or end up in the trunk taped up

We don't chase and duck, we only raise the bucks

Peel money rolls 'til our thumbs get the paper cuts

Chill retardo, South Beach Gallardo

Teals started up, go brr like it's Nardo

Women, if you love me, please let me know

Tie rags around your neck and learn the sets we throw

These are the days of our lives and I'm sorry to the fans

But the crackers weren't playin' fair at Jive I know, I know, yeap yeah, you too

Okay we get it, yeap yeah you too

I know, I know, yeap yeah, you too

Okay, everybody meet Mr. Me Too

I know, I know, yeap yeah, you too

Okay we get it, yeap yeah you too

I know, I know, yeap yeah, you too

Okay, everybody meet Mr. Me Too I know what you thinkin' why I call you Me Too?

Cause everythin' I say, I got you sayin' me too

I say I got a Benz, so you said me too

You hangin' out the window so they can see you

But you ain't hangin' out the window

When you in that G2 or that G3 or G4 like we do

Star Trak, Clipse, Malice, come on Wanna know the time? Better clock us

Niggas bite the style from the shoes to the watches

We cloud hoppers, tailored suits like we mobsters

Break down keys into dimes and sell them like Gobstoppers

Who gon' stop us

Not a goddamn one of you

Mean with the Re-Up, nigga we street tumblers

Ivory white, yeah that's the same color

Of the Azure nigga, best believe it's the Mulliner

Take no prisoners, rap niggas are whisperers

Choke on your own spit just as soon as you mention us

Champagne corks, kicks by Louis sports and

Keep my hoes in Pucc' and Charles Jourdan

Cop it, chrome it, touch-screen component

Mink on the floor, make you hot, don't it?

You don't wanna know what the * I spent on it

Tomorrow ain't promised so we live for the moment I know, I know, yeap yeah, you too

Okay we get it, yeap yeah you too

I know, I know, yeap yeah, you too

Okay, everybody meet Mr. Me Too

I know, I know, yeap yeah, you too

Okay we get it, yeap yeah you too

I know, I know, yeap yeah, you too

Okay, everybody meet Mr. Me Too