[Chorus: Ron Browz] Shalai Lai Lai Halilili Hai Lo! Hi Li Ba Lai Hey Hi Li Bai Lo! We gettin' Arab money! We gettin' Arab money! Ha La Shiki Hai Lili Ba La! Milli Ai Lai Shi Lili Ba La! We gettin' Arab money! We gettin' Arab money!
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Now, there ain't no way that you could kill the beast dead I got Middle East women and Middle East bread I got oil well money in the desert playing golf Dolce shorts, dashiki with a Louie Scarf Chest cold, diamonds make a nigga wanna cough In Dubai, 20 million on the villa loft And then I step up in the club and then these other niggas mad as shit The way I make the people wanna sing the hook in Arabic!
Seven star hotels, Maybach, movie sick Big bitches, knock-kneed camel-toed groupie shit Women walk around while security on camelback Club on fire now, niggas don't know how to act Sittin' in casinos while I'm gamblin' with Arafat Money long, watch me purchase pieces of the Almanac Y'all already know, I got the streets buzzin' While I make you bow down and make Salaat like a Muslim
See, now I take trips to Baghdad dummy While I use stacked chips and count Arab money now I don't need to get fresh, about to grow a beard duke So much cake even the money look weird too Domestic bread, and I'm broad, I'm tryna eat right Prince Alwali, Bin Talal, Al Saul They respect the value of my worth in Maui, Malaysia Iran and Iraq, Saudi Arabia!
When American rappers start tying you into their songs, its probably a good sign that shit is about to (slash already has) hit the fan.