What Means the World to You (Remix)

[Intro: Ludacris]
What means the world to me? Snappin' bras, ménage à trois
What means the world to me? Smokin' hash, slappin' ass
What means the world to me? Breakin' laws, racin' cars
What means the world to me? Makin' bail, ATL

[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
What mean the world to me?
When I bang hoes, sky blue Range Roves
Stop comin' to my crib with your period
Serious, bitch, and you act like I ain't know
I like my dishes deep, I like when I twist a freak
I like when her man find out, wanna call Cam house
Laugh when he went for me, I tell him
Women are trife, yeah, I been in your wife
But do me a favor, dog
Don't call here again in your life, I'm killer
Atlanta, I bubbled, in Memphis, I hustled
In Kansas, I juggle, New York, all my muscle, we tussle
Listen, you would too, if you knew
What this game would do to you
Been in this shit two years, boo
Look at all the bullshit I been through
So-called beef with you-know-who (Who?)
But I got MACs, gats, nine-nines times nine, blaow, blaow, ow (Ow)

[Verse 2: Ludacris]
Let me tell 'em what'll mean the world
Ludacris and a couple of girls
You find a brother runnin' up in the girls
I get 'em drunk, chugga-luggin' the girls
Ding-a-ling, face huggin' the girls
It get late, think I'm up with the girls?
Skeet, skeet, gone, it's all about that party, Bacardi
Motions, rub lotion all over your body
What means the world to me?
A little head, preferably, so I express this verbally
And I don't care, I just want somebody to braid my hair
'Cause I keeps it nappy, I'm happy, and I got my word and balls
That's all I need in this world, plus a little bit of alcohol
A box of Phillies and tig ol' bitties in fifty cities
I set it out after shows, and the club is comin' with me
I'm Black and proud, I'm Black and loud, I'm Black and high
And it really mean the world to me if I live my life, stay Black, and die

[Verse 3: Juelz Santana]
What mean the world to me?
Gettin' money, fuckin' girls for free
On the corner hustlin' from twelve to three
Cook coke, make twelve from three, uh
Bottle up, it'll sell for three
Two for five sound well to me
My coke so good, have them fiends outside on line from twelve to three (Uh-huh)
And everything'll stop in the winter (Yeah)
When I cop in the winter
Come through your block in a drop in the winter
Chinchilla top in the top of the drop in the winter
Gotta make it hot in the winter, uh
Post on your block with the Glock and the cops
And the shit'll still pop in the winter

[Chorus: Cam'ron, Ludacris & Trina]
What mean the world to you?
Breakin' laws, racin' cars
What mean the world to you?
My house, my rocks, and my Bentley drop
What mean the world to you?
Shoppin' sprees in a Prada shop
What mean the world to you?
Ladies? (Oh), fellas (Ow)
(Oh, ow, oh, ow, oh, ow, oh)

[Verse 4: Pimp C]
Uh, what mean the world to Pimp?
My paper, steak and shrimp
My bitches on the track
For they daddy, bringin' it back
Pussy is still the best thing going
I got a ho like Jesse Owens
I used to sell dope
Ride dirty, cocaine scorin'
Sellin' D wasn't for me
I gotta keep the prostitutes hoeing
Comin' through, sittin' low
In the C-F-I-double-O
Platinum with the twenty inches
Instrument to get the bitches
Comin' down, prancin' 'round
Gettin' my dick sucked in every town
Sweet Jones, fuck the clone
Rippin' wood in the brougham
Bitch, I got some game to sell
And only money make my dick swell
Hold up, bitch, Sweet Jones

[Verse 5: Bun B]
Man, now what mean the world to me?
Well, to me, man, the world is mean
'Cause a mean world is the only world
That a mean man like me just can forsee
Now evergreen, I smoke, forever clean, I croak
The average Bun B Texas loc
The savage choked out, smoked out up in the mezzanine
Now I'm just a fiend, hooked for the mic
Bless the scene, look for the dyke
I get her, let her know that we better
Hit the hotel, do what I like
What's that? Find a fresh one, take it in
Strip it, flip it, break it in
My pimp game is rock solid
There's no way for you to bring fakin' in
Now we makin' men outta boys, or makin' boys wormy
'Cause we bust bigger guns, got bigger nuts
And when they go off, they make a lotta noise
And I can't think of no prouder joys
Than money, big cheese, and a girl or two, shit
That's what the world mean to me, man
Tell me what the world mean to you, huh
That's what the world mean to me, man
Tell me what the world mean to you, huh

[Verse 6: Trina]
I know y'all wonder who the female stunner in the Gigi Hunter
Ridin' 'round town in a hot pink Hummer, hot like summer
With the diamond bangles
Like Charlie's Angels, you can't knock my hustle
And I need my bread up front, playboy, 'cause I can't trust ya
I'm just like a phone bill, if you don't pay me, ain't no conversation
And money mean the world to me
That's why this bitch here paper chasin'
When it comes to the figures
I'm way, way worse than them hustlin' niggas
Want the keys to the coke, for the mansion
The Bentley, and the keys to the boat
I take that dick real, real, real deep to the throat
I'm from the MIA, that's where I dwell, niggas, can't you tell?
I'm bad as hell, even my pussy smell like Chanel

[Chorus; Cam'ron, Ludacris, Pimp C & Trina]
What means the world to me?
Breakin' laws, racin' cars
What mean the world to Pimp?
Marble floors, platinum beds
What means the world to you?
Stacks of bread on my Gucci spread
What means the world to you?
Ladies? (Oh), fellas (Ow)