text: Suace Money, Jay-Z, Clark world
  2000, and it goes like..
  Uh huh, yeah yeah
  This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
  Lay my game flat, what you wan do
  Talk all night, are we gon screw?
  Im talking bout me and you, and it goes like...
  I like to push up on chicks like its the last record
  Take em to the telly get buck passed naked
  Let em feel the power, lick em if it dont taste sour
  Hit em in the shower for an hour
  Give em that feeling, Sauce Money for real and
  Let her get on top if theres mirrors on the ceiling
  Hit her so right that she wanna throw rice
  My device makes her say Damn, that niggas nice!
  Know I got wifey lay my cards when I pivot
  Pass your seven digits if youre with it
  Sauce wanna give you the option for the boot knocking
  Nine times outta ten its on and popping
  Aint no stopping victorys in the air
  Bring a friend next time lets do it again
  Bring your whole crew if you see through me
  And we can meet on the BQE
  And it goes like
  This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
  Lay my game flat, what you wan do
  Talk all night, are we gon screw?
  Im talking bout me and you, and it goes like...
  This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
  Lay my game flat, what you wan do
  Talk all night, are we gon screw?
  Im talking bout me and you, and it goes like...
  Had this bitch bragging
  Sauce had his tongue between my thighs lally-gagging
  Huh, could you imagine?
  Shaking your tail just like a dragon here comes my worse flame
  In the morning Hot 97 the first thing 
  Hell yeah yall dont buy it
  I dont eat no kind of fish if you cant fry it
  But who knows maybe one day Ill try it
  But for now slow down too much Lil Kim in your diet
  Can I get it what - get it wet?
  When he hit it first, can I get it next? Shit, you the best
  It aint wack to be with both of us, mami actually
  Im Eddie Kane Jr., that nigga me!
  You want me to feel what he feel when its tight
  And I know, you dont be doing it right?
  But it gets no liver than this, never lie on our dick
  Shit, we got niggas rides on our wrists
  Play your cards right youll be driving the 6
  Shopping all day, hopping out in the dist
  Popping the Crist, shit hopping outta your wrist
  Popping your shit, New Yorks hottest bitch
  From the ghetto to the stilettos
  But you gotta do it two times like an echo, you feeling that?
   This is how we run it down the line
  Nigga Sauce goes first, Jigga next to rhyme
  This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
  Lay my game flat, what you wan do
  Talk all night, are we gon screw?
  Im talking bout me and you, and it goes like...
  This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
  Lay my game flat, what you wan do
  Talk all night, are we gon screw?
  Im talking bout me and you, and it goes like...
  I see you got a lot to get off your chest
  Coat, blouse, bra, dont talk me to death
  Like murders on your mind mami, off the dress
  Jigga ran game til I lost my breath, uhh
  Last thing I need to know is what it costs for sex
  What you need to know is if I lost respect
  Dont have to worry if you do Sauce correct
  Ima bless that, bring my whole crew through, dont even sweat that
  Uh, dime pieces Im hitting
  Four in the morning, Frosted Flakes in your kitchen
  Now you want me to start tricking I suppose
  Thats when the first Face Off kick in
  We dont love these hoes!
  This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
  Lay my game flat, what you wan do
  Talk all night, are we gon screw?
  Im talking bout me and you, and it goes like...
  This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
  Lay my game flat, what you wan do
  Talk all night, are we gon screw?
  Im talking bout me and you, and it goes like...