Lyrics:

[Intro: Raekwon]

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the most extravagant flashy lifestyle

Of the wealthy and comfortable. I’mma be your host tonight

We gonna be exhibiting the fly palace of my brother Raekwon the Chef’s

Nineteen thousand square feet deluxe villa. Let’s walk inside..



[Verse 1: Raekwon]

Hey yo, Pyrex vision, gangster intermission

Snow fishing over the stove, frozen glisten

Wall unit 360 spin, see the digital gym

There’s the watch rack, right near the brims

Frigerator see-thru, walls got a different type texture

Peeped out the sectional true

Vodka mugs, Ace of Spade rugs, Louis cups and candles

Fila forks, gold Kangols

Travel over here, priceless lights

Tub full of ice

Granddaddy pinecones, leather bikes

Gear junkie, monkey Timbs blunt me

Yeah, kinda sloppy — my maids, they be coming in monthly

Silk towel, red leathers, green hats, mean sweater, jeans

You should let us be your stylist, get you better

Octagon mirrors, box of sneakers

Louis, Gucc, Nike, Clark, Avia I bought in Peru

Yeah, plasma toilet, go go Gadget stuck

If I gotta squeeze, running out of time

This automatic button right here blow the house down

I’m walking slow in my fire jumper

Tom Ford and Bloomberg got too

Polo drawers, go blast your door

Cover girl sent, tap it in the toilet seat



[Interlude: Raekwon]

Yes, ladies and gentlemen. These are the most exotic

Illustrious mansions in the world. We will step inside

My nigga Bussa Bus next level, tri-dimensional sector of his

Exclusive imported ceramic style-slash-frontier shit. Mr. Bus



[Busta Rhymes]

Yo



[Raekwon]

Can you walk us through the front, sir?



[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]

I welcome y’all to my crib

The fortress of I self, lord and master

Crystal chandeliers looking like satellite dishes from NASA

Yeah, you niggas is bugged

Shoes forbidden in the crib, especially on my Alaskan polar bear rugs

Pictures with billies and parties out in Ibiza

Living room floor laced with imported marble from Indonesia

High ceilings, eighteenth century paintings is basic

With litters of money, many casinos in the basement

A million letter way a nigga parlay

With money to wrinkle your face up like a Shar Pei

Limited box of cigars from diplomats in Cubana

Rare art of Basquiat feeding fruit to Madonna

Copacabana, I’mma celebrate til they respect a

Success story with trucks unloading imperial nectar

Too many whips, I built a valet

Hundred thousand dollar drapes

Dancing and swinging like a ballet

I showed you all enough to where this shit’s a hassle

I’m sorry, your time is up, niggas — now get up out my castle