[Juvenile]
I done got in the mood, that liquor kickin´ in
And all these average ass bitches lookin’ different
The niggas workin´ the door let all the chickens in

A ho I know from the hood in here with her stripper friends
And I got money, I could trick a bitch
And I don´t give a motherfuck if she a six or ten
Fuckin’ with my dough is when it´s time to kill
I wreck shit like an alcoholic behind the wheel
Made a lot of deals, paid a lot of bills
You said a lot of fake, I said a lot of real
You got a lot of gimmicks, not a lot of skill
Nigga, this a Bentley coupe, this not a Bonneville
And you can smell the weed comin´ out my folicles
I´m some "My, my, my" shit, Johnny Gill
I keep my bitch rockin´ designer heels
I´ma kill all that kill, killer, so ride a wheel

[Juvenile]
Took it from the block, now I´m on the yacht

Cartier shades on, lookin´ at the opps
I’m tryna leave that liquor ’lone but I can barely stop
My lawyer always on the case, he like Matlock
I got a reputation, menace or the fast guy
I´m ’bout to cash out and smoke until I pass out
Guaranteed money, bitch, I ain´t ´bout to be franchised
The bad guy, got them killers on standby

[Birdman]
One face, put ´em in a race
Lay them down for my rounds, never caught the case
Briefcase, hundred G’s, different states
No lace, keep a K when I´m ´round my way
Big day, big pay, nigga quick to spray

Another way how we did it, nigga, back a day
Hustle ways, nigga did it in the hallway
Big paper, fast lane with the foreign frame

[Juvenile]
Took it from the block, now I´m on the yacht
Cartier shades on, lookin´ at the opps
I´m tryna leave that liquor ´lone but I can barely stop
My lawyer always on the case, he like Matlock
I got a reputation, menace or the fast guy
I´m ´bout to cash out and smoke until I pass out
Guaranteed money, bitch, I ain´t ´bout to be franchised
The bad guy, got them killers on standby

[Juvenile & Birdman]
I got a pocket full of dead folks

Ridin´ in the yellow Ferrari, lookin´ like eggyolks
Matchin´ jewelry and cars, and all that shit paid for
The only thing goin´ backwards here is the Wraith doors, huh?
The High Life that we paid for
Bentley with them customs and we laid low
Bad bitch with some old soul
We hit ´em up ´bout this cash flow
You lil´ niggas better take notes
´Cause when your money up and these bitches know it, they way more
´Cause shit we took it from the project to the lakeshores
You know she fuckin´, nigga, tell her keep her legs closed
Uh, we went from platinum to a hundred shows

A hundred G´s with a hundred floors
Rags to richs with the marble floor
And the Bentley with that calico

[Juvenile]
Took it from the block, now I´m on the yacht
Cartier shades on, lookin´ at the opps
I´m tryna leave that liquor ´lone but I can barely stop
My lawyer always on the case, he like Matlock
I got a reputation, menace or the fast guy
I´m ´bout to cash out and smoke until I pass out
Guaranteed money, bitch, I ain´t ´bout to be franchised
The bad guy, got them killers on standby