Grand Hang Out (Album Version / Explicit) (Feat. Fat Joe, Young Tru & Remy Martin)

[Chorus: Nelly] I see you niggas ain't renting and leasing these cars Fronting like you buy and buy and buy and buy 'em Claiming that you making so much paper but I know That I know that you a liar liar liar liar Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out Dip deep into your pockets, let a grand hang out Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out If you balling then quit the stalling, let a grand hang out [Nelly] Uhh, uhh, uhh, see'mon! Hey yo, I pull up so aggressive nigga, hopping out the thing Ice dripping wet like I just hopped up out the rain My picture perfect pose like I hopped up out a frame Ain't a coach on the planet that can take me out the game My heart beats forever like my name was Eddie King A Midwest rider like my dirty Jesse James The CEO of dirty and he go by Cornell Haynes Mean-mugging all you niggas like I hopped up out your dame I'm like uh-oh, there he go-oh A hundred and twenty up Natural Bridge in that Mo-Mo Slipping and sliding, look how he riding pass the po-po He blazing that fire behind the {?} they don't know-oh Whoo! I'm really thinking of changing my name to Krispy Kreme I'm do-nuts nigga, let me tell you what I mean I'm paper chasing, chasing the paper, you chasing dreams My money gettin stronger like it's takin Creatine [Chorus] [Young Tru] My pockets like Wyclef Jean, the +Fu-gees+ We them locksmith boys, we keep a few ki's Caterpillar pimp, that butterfly whores Lamborghini spreewells, butterfly doors Some'n like McDonald's when I move in packs Quarter-Pound Supersized bullets and Big Mac's House longer than I-70, arise ten stories And I still "Rob" niggas just like Horry Everybody hate on Young Tru boy Cause they know that the nigga on fire fire fire fire Rap phenomenon, soon as the album drop artists don't eat like the month of Ramadan Dirty this, dirty that, guess I'm a Dirty cat Selling niggas some chickens, rob 'em get the birdies back Plumber of the game, that flood the state In a stretch Phantom, with more Windows than Bill Gates [Chorus] [Nelly] Uhh, uhh, Joey Crack! [Fat Joe] Yeah, they lease and we buy 'em, we peace and they crime They dying cause we street, keep heat, and keep firing y'all know, top of the world's my motto Anna Kournikovia, baby girl's my model All I wanted in life is to be a soldier Now you can find me with chicks just doing yoga Meditation that Marley, the hydraulicals You heard Big, go check the Brown, they might hire you High definition to any form of telecast Me and young dirty got plenty hoes and hella cash All I need is a minute to "Shatter Your Dreams" And we about to sell more than Avril Lavigne (bitch!) And all I do is rep the hood where the jugs be Can't help it if the folks at MTV love me y'all see the T.S. we shining, come to the be-X we grinding y'all want to be us keep trying, we buying, he's lying [Chorus] [Nelly] Uh, uh, ladies! [Remy Martin] We like, fuck, that; I need a stack And like, forty-nine to go with that I'm quick to, tell a hoe her flow is wack The type to, cop the jersey, throw it back See I can stunt and tell a chick "Yo let your man hang out" Since he fronting like it's nothing, let a grand hang out Fuck a handout, I been getting ? since way back Can't wait to see they faces when I drop the Maybach You lying, you claim you buying but you renting and leasing If you pimping and niggas spending, where's the paper you seeing? Stop stalling, I'm balling, call me Sheryl Swoops Can't stand the backseat driver, that's why I cop the Coupe Yeah, I been testing law with the darkest tints So explicit valet had to tip to park the shit I'm like a, block away and the whip be starting Oh God, it's Remy Martin! [Chorus: Repeats]