You see it, you like it, we count it, you buy it from me
They say we dangerous people

I’m more like a thug misproving the odds
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
I sell drugs in varieties, you want it, I got it
We been ready it’s just that our promotion was not
Killa, hey bro, holla at Pedro
Get their check, hair, nails done, steak and chicken, for they fridge
Yo, yo I swear to God, you’ll think I had a violin the way I fiddle triggers
Yo, now I’m the type of dude, post up sell drugs on your property
We still going through it
How you older than me, and still a little nigga?

It’s the first of the month…
It’s the first of the month…
The industry think that they grooming a star, nah
I’m speeding, I’m weaving, I’m bugging my eye on the street
Uh, you niggas follow my plot?
Dipset nigga, Jim Jones Capo Status
When I beef, names’ll be said, tools’ll be spread
I’m what the people call a menace to the public society
Wake up, wake up
Ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo

See they tainted our image
Yo, I’m the first on the block for the cycle
T-Money’s home and he’s never going back in
Gotta go get that cake up, break up
It’s the first of the month…
Coming to see Cam, for some coke again
Ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo
[Verse 3: Juelz Santana]

Black, British and Walter, the phone call’ll cost ya
So I decided I’ma milk these crackers for all they, milk and crackers
Welfare, medicade (wooo!), the liquor stores
Keep rolling in them caravans acting
[Hook: Cam’ron]
Two in your head, body be bagged, eulogy read

’til I’m rich and these mils don’t matter
[Hook: Cam’ron]
Stone cold hustler, ain’t no fucking denying me
Go get that ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo
On the 11th, you gon’ be broke again
Come on, yo, yo
It’s the first of the month…
It’s the first of the month…
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
Ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo
Send one up to Jabar, my nigga maxed in
[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
But I could be caught, pissy, clubs, saloons and them bars
[Hook: Cam’ron]
[Verse 5: Jim Jones]

The takeover’s now, y’all focused or not?
Word to Jehovah man
Harlem, my Taliban
[Verse 2: Cam’ron]
It’s fucked up the way the game painted our image
If not, swallow these shots, Santana swallow your block

The moon and the stars
But I can’t blame no one for this, I’m alright with that
It’s the first of the month…
You rolling or not?
Fuck ’em I’m driving, I’m puffing I’m high as can be
On the 8-0 in Waco, I tell him lay low, ba’ bro
Harlem’s back, this time it’s for keeps
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
Cause what I deal with is usually Feds on the first

Hoes in they shoes, barking like a Doberman
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo

Ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo
We got big trucks with chrome, Taliban action
With rocks to disperse like, shots from a rifle
Dog in the news’ll get read
Eastside, B’s up
Ayo my Dipset Taliban, we are not a crew
And they kids fly, I ain’t open friend (not at all)
Some say I soon will be doomed for them bars
Divide that payroll, ay yo
Why, because we movin ‘caine to the people
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
Killa the Don, Juelz Santana, FREEKEY!!
I run with enforcers, big dudes and bosses
Holla
It’s the first of the month…
On the first, I hate these chickens

Can’t be racist cause I sell too much white for that
Y’all know the struggle
I tell ’em
[Verse 4: Cam’ron]
Broadway, 7th, 15th, 40th
The first and fifteenth’s got some restraints on my people
Roc-A-Fella, woo!
Shit, it’s the first of the month
The first and fifteenth
Ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo
Don’t be the reason I be, aiming this Eagle, my aim’s to get equal
Cam signed to the Roc, it’s time that we eat
Ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo
It’s the first of the month…
Runnin around all crazy, the city, with my goons in them cars
[Outro: Jim Jones]
We’re more like a movement, more like in tuned with
Fuck ’em I’m riding, my gun on the side of me

It’s the first of the month…