Big Wayne said ...

If you ain't got a wife, then you ain't in my strata
And if you the matter of the fact,
THEN CALL ME THE MUTHAFUCKIN ANTI-MATTER
Play time's over, I flip the lights you roaches scatter
Thought a nigga was gone? Nah, just been out growin my pockets fatter.
Cause I'm a slave to this paper, Got no time to drop lessons,
Cause that nigga Big Wayne refuses to take part in this "recession"
Or this depression or economic meltdown
Or whatever you wanna call it
Just don't be fuckin with the contents of a niggas Gucci wallet.
And you'll make it home safe to your LCD screen,
And your lotion and your mouse, if you know what I mean

See I'm a gangsta. I'm a thug. A straight dealer in suit,
But my product, you don't smoke you don't snort, you don't shoot.
I sell dreams not memes to wealthy earlthings
And disguise it as a 32-story commercial building
Only brotha in the game,
West of the 405 you'll see my guvament name
42 times So don't be surprised when you look up and don't see "Big Wayne."
Every month, tailor in my office measuring head to toe,
Got the jew boys in the office callin me the "uppity negro"

And my nigga DV, look what you dun started,
Got white boys rappin, senior citizens and half retardeds
Got mad respect tho son, that's called mass appeal
They can write words that rhyme but lack the ability to feel
You see herb nuckas, MC don't stand for "Most Consonants"
Take it from the most constant threat who keeps your girl most constant wet.