Fat Joe, Lil Wayne - The Profit lyrics

We gettin' money man I'll show
You how to turn profit
In the hood, they call me Joey the prophet
First, you cop it, then you cook it
Then you chop it
The fuck boy bitch ass niggas
They can't stop us
We turn a profit, p-p-p-p-profit p-profit
We making profit, p-p-p-p-profit p-profit
Yeah in the hood they call
Me Joey the prophet
If you listen close my niggas
You bound to see a profit

I'm New York's living legend
The streets know me well
Stand in the line of fire
It's going to be hell
You dancin' wit' the Devil
Tonight's your last night
Picture me Lil Eazy E, pistol Fahrenheit
LA County got work in Slawson
We get it poppin' back to Roxbury in Boston
The streets love me see they named me coca
We the Puerto Rican version
Of La Costra Nostra you can find me in the
Kitchen with my apron on
Something like a chef
Yeah I get my Raekwon on
Joey the Mayor, I get Keys to the city
And I got 'em cheap the whole
Hood could come with me nigga

We gettin' money man I'll show
You how to turn profit
In the hood, they call me Joey the prophet
First, you cop it, then you cook it
Then you chop it
The fuck boy bitch ass niggas
They can't stop us
We turn a profit, p-p-p-p-profit p-profit
We making profit, p-p-p-p-profit p-profit
Yeah in the hood they call
Me Joey the prophet
If you listen close my niggas
You bound to see a profit

I'm getting money, I'm the president Junior
And in the hood
They call me Weezy the future
And everybody that's around me 'll shoot ya
And nigga my band let 'em
Blow like tubas yeah
Grrrack, I got em, I g-g-g-got 'em I got em
Cook I got em, I g-g-g-got 'em I got em
And in the hood
They call me Weezy the future
If you listen close my nigga
You might see the future

Young Wayne in the building
Where your stove at? Cook 'em up
Strap 'em down where the road at?
I'm strapped up plenty bullets
Nigga hold that
Now you steppin' out a lead shower
Where your robe at? I knock your earth off
Damn where ya globe at?
Fuck the coach I keep shooting like Kobe
The money knows me better than anybody
Bitch I'm paid forget about it
I'm sitting in the coupe
Wit the titties outted the nipples chrome
Or that big black thing wit
The slippers on that bullshit
Dippin' on them bitches, get off dick
You soft pricks i'm from New Orleans
Homeless but don't forget
The sun even shines on dog shit
And dawg I've been hustlin' since
The day I was barkin'
I walk in this bitch like what it do
The money home, stop hatin'
Get your money on, nigga

We gettin' money man I'll show
You how to turn profit
In the hood, they call me Joey the prophet
First, you cop it, then you cook it
Then you chop it
The fuck boy bitch ass niggas
They can't stop us
We turn a profit, p-p-p-p-profit p-profit
We making profit, p-p-p-p-profit p-profit
Yeah in the hood they call
Me Joey the prophet
If you listen close my niggas
You bound to see a profit

This year all-star weekend was off the chain
Literally niggas comin' off wit them chains
Put the Desi to his chest
Homey gon' die tonight
Then his jaw dropped like Napoleon dynamite
Jack boy I been since I'm a toddler
My dad was sleeping I was
Running through his pockets
Oh yeah you ready for war
Then what's stopping you
I hope you know them Bentley
Doors not chopper proof
And they go Br R-RR Ta Tat
Just like them bullets dancin'
Come up short wit my doe I'm
Bout to pull a Manson
Take your kids for ransom, yeah, it's payback
Next time I front you some
Birds you better pay crack
What, shit, I don't know nothing
He might be the police
Coming up with assumptions
All I know is this nigga here
Is about to meet God
If he don't bring me some keys
Or pay me fifty large

We gettin' money man I'll show
You how to turn profit
In the hood, they call me Joey the prophet
First, you cop it, then you cook it
Then you chop it
The fuck boy bitch ass niggas
They can't stop us
We turn a profit, p-p-p-p-profit p-profit
We making profit, p-p-p-p-profit p-profit
Yeah in the hood they call
Me Joey the prophet
If you listen close my niggas
You bound to see a profit

Profit, p-p-p-p-profit p-profit
Profit, p-p-p-p-profit p-profit
Profit, p-p-p-p-profit p-profit
Profit, p-p-p-p-profit p-profit
Yeah, it's Coca baby young Money Weezy
Terror

Yeah, nigga