I Get Money (Forbes 1, 2, 3 Remix) [feat. Diddy & JAY-Z]

The Giants play in New York

Forbes

One, two, three

Remix

I, I get it

I, I get it (You know what it is)

Yeah, yeah, I run New York (Oh, man)

I, I get it

I, I get it, yeah, yeah (It's the billion dollar remix, baby, for real though)

Come on, man, I'm hot now, drop now, top down, I got style

Been around the block, pal, imagine what I got now

The Bentley, the Ferrari, maybe the Bugatti

Range and Maserati, I got 'em all, ****

My money, my, my, my money long

I black out and break a bat on your **** like Barry Bonds

I get it, I'm down for the jooks, now what's up?

I'm wit' it, told you I was gon' cake up

I did it, **** tryna show me how to ball

Man, they tryna buy some Gucci, I'm tryna buy the mall (Oh, yeah)

I ain't come to get a little bit, I'm tryna get it all

My new chick a cool chick, I'm finna make her spoiled

If my watch is right, my stocks is right

But don't be shocked tonight if you get **** tonight

Still gutter like a muh****

Chipped up, don't be surprised when I grip up

You slip up, you could get it

I, I get it

I, I get it

Yeah, yeah, I run New York (Yeah, yeah)

(Lot of money on this record, man)

I, I get it (I like bein' around money, man)

I, I get it (Oh, it's three the hard way, baby)

Yeah, yeah (You know my **** name)

I own New York

Uh, Bo knows, but Diddy did it (Yeah)

Cars, jewelry, and big homes, yeah, Diddy did it (Yeah)

****, coastal beefs, yeah, Diddy did it

But my lawyers so good that Diddy got acquitted

I had J. Lopez out in St. Tropez

While you was ridin' around in Miami on mopeds

(Yeah) Oh, you just got here?

I been doin' this **** for over ten years

I am chillin' in Sean John denim

****, I don't walk nowhere, I'm four-wheelin'

Champagne spillin', chillin', no ceilings

Stealin' a quarter million, feelin', ice grillin'

Hit the avenue, earthquake up the morgue

Give Jacob a call, then make a withdrawal

Face on the Forbes in '94, I did it

For the record I'm a Bad Boy, now let's get it, come on

I, I get it

I, I get it

Yeah, yeah, I run New York

I, I get it

I, I get it (You talkin' my language now, baby)

(I get) Yeah, yeah, I run New York

I get the pounds to pesos to yen (Yeah)

I celebrate and I'm fresh out the pen (Yeah)

And I'm a hustler, I'm back at it again (Uh-uh)

I'm bad and I don't play pretend, **** wit' 'em, Jay

I'm a hustler, baby, can't escape my past

When I flip Rocawear, I tell 'em, "Give me mine in cash"

Yeah, checks might bounce

Alphabet boys might check my accounts

Still hustlin', baby, hurry up, **** me

I'm already the goat, next stop is the billy

Young turbo, six-speed 911

I'm revvin', I'm tryin' not to spill my merlot

When my girl go on world tour

Ladies, I'm back on the street like I'm out on the furlough

I'm back clubbin', Ace of Spade bubblin'

Drink it from the bottle, who the **** need a bucket?

I'm **** the block, most for whips

So I'm **** the roof like Michael Vick

Yeah, just call me Forbes.com

Case y'all forgot, New York is still mine, I get it

I, I get it

(Yeah, one, two, three)

I, I get it

(Yeah, yeah) Yeah

Yeah

You're talkin' my language now, baby

I, I get it (Uh-huh)

Yeah

I, I get it (Yeah)

Uh-huh

Yeah, yeah

(I wouldn't wanna be outside of the bubble on this one)

I, I get it

I, I get it

Uh-huh

Uh-huh

Yeah (Uh-huh)

Run New York

I, I get it

I, I get it

Yeah

Yeah

I run New York