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How long, how long?
How long, how long?
How long we been getting to the money?
How
How long, how long?
How long, how long?
How long we been getting it?
How
How long, how long?
How long, how long?
How long we been getting to the money?
How
How long, how long?
How long, how long?
How long we been getting it?
How

[Remy Ma]
I got a crib in Manhattan
I run the island, Richard Branson
I be in and out the city like a New York draft pick
They cut the check, I check it out and then I cash it

[Fat Joe]
Got my first Cuban when a nigga 14
Back when King Kato had them things for 14
Hot as Chiraq, when Obama was a student
In and out Cabrini Greens, yeah we had them things moving
Went from the projects to copping a big home
Now I got my own elevator to piss on

[Remy Ma]
I could think a couple of bitches to shit on
And even if I stuttered I would still
Sh-sh-sh-shit on you nigga

[Fat Joe]
If we open in the desert, bet the fiends will find us
Steal from us, leave your arm in a meat grinder
Spaghetti Bolognese, that's Amanarandos
Moving bass like a tenor, Fat Joe Soprano
Even with that work, work, work your bitch washed
Had me like what the bludclot, Chris Bosh
She told him that they better off being just friends
And I be like, "Bitch just bring some slut friends"

[Remy Ma]
Yeah, walk it out, bitch
I'm Remy, got the whole shit lit
And got the pieces hitting
Got the mothaf*ckin' fifth and
If you ain't know me, I bet ya know now
Dressed in Barbara Bui from the hair down
Y'all got me f*cked up
Bitch I'm Remy, everything da-do
Hotel costs, ho
Yeah dinner by sol
And if you ain't know me, I need a real nigga
Get ya ghost with the tommy, no Hilfiger
Tell me how long!

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