Nelly, Jung Tru, Remy Ma, Fat Joe - Grand Hang Out lyrics

I see you niggas out here
Rentin' and leasin' these cars
Frontin' like you buyin', buyin', buyin'
Buyin claimin' that you makin 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 ballin' then quit the stallin'
Let a grand hang out

Uh, uh, uh, c'mon!
Hey, yo, I pull up so aggressive nigga
Hoppin out the thang
Ice drippin' 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 Derrty
And he go by Cornell Haynes
Mean-muggin' 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 slippin' and slidin'
Look how he ridin' pass the po-po
He blazin' that fire behind
The they don't know, oh
Whoo! I'm really thinkin of changin'
My name to Krispy Kreme i'm do-nuts nigga
Let me tell you what I mean
I'm paper chasin', chasin' the paper
You chasin' dreams
My money's getting stronger like
It's takin' Creatine

I see you niggas out here
Rentin' and leasin' these cars
Frontin' like you buyin', buyin', buyin'
Buyin claimin' that you makin 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 ballin' then quit the stallin'
Let a grand hang out uh, uh, uh

My pockets like Wyclef Jean, a few G's
We them locksmith boys, we keep a few Kis
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 I70, 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 Dirrty cat
Sellin' 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

I see you niggas out here
Rentin' and leasin' these cars
Frontin' like you buyin', buyin', buyin'
Buyin claimin' that you makin 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 ballin' then quit the stallin'
Let a grand hang out uh, uh, uh, Joey Crack!

Yeah, they lease and we buy 'em
We peace and they crime
They dyin' cause we street, keep heat
And keep firin'
Y'all know, top of the world's my motto (Uh)
Anna Kournikova, baby girl's my model (Uh)
All I wanted in life is to be a soldier
Now you can find me with
Chicks just doin yoga
Meditation that Marley, the hydraulics
You heard Big, go check the Brown
They might hire you
High definition to any form of telecast
Me and young Derrty 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 TS, we shinin'
Come to the B-X, we grindin'
Y'all wanna be us keep trying, we buyin'
He's lyin'

I see you niggas out here
Rentin' and leasin' these cars
Frontin' like you buyin', buyin', buyin'
Buyin claimin' that you makin 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 ballin' then quit the stallin'
Let a grand hang out uh, uh, uh, ladies!

We like, "Fuck that, I need a stack"
And like, forty-nine to go with that
I'm quick to, tell a ho 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 frontin' like it's nothin
Let a grand hang out fuck a handout
I been getting' guap since way back
Can't wait to see they faces
When I drop the Maybach
You lyin', you claim you buyin'
But, you rentin' and leasin'
If you pimpin' and niggas spendin'
Where's the paper you seein'?
Stop stallin', I'm ballin'
Call me Sheryl Swoops
Can't stand the backseat driver
That's why I cop the Coupe
Yeah, a Benz SLR with the darkest tints
So explicit valet hesitant to park the shit
(Errt) i'm like a block away and
The whip be startin' (Uh)
Oh God, it's Remy Martin!

I see you niggas out here
Rentin' and leasin' these cars
Frontin' like you buyin', buyin', buyin'
Buyin claimin' that you makin 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 ballin' then quit the stallin'
Let a grand hang out