Gucci
Meek Milly
From ATL to Philly, nigga
Real recognize real
Yeah, we hood rich bitch

Trap God, turn us up

[Gucci Mane]
I´m a money getting nigga
At least, that´s just what I´m known for
You better call on my connect
And ask him what he put me on for
I heard y´all niggas ballin´
Then why the fuck you take a loan for?
Better get the fuck out East Atlanta
You niggas know you don´t belong there
All my niggas smoking strong here
We don´t talk reckless on the phone here
A lot of cliques don´t get along here
Bricksquad my nig, we rock our own gear (Squad)
I´m on the grass, sitting on the lawn chair
I hope that you don´t read me wrong
But if I go pull out that tone there

I bet that you don´t make it home
I´m in the trap house with my long johns
And I been trapping all day long (Skrt!)
They call me Baking Soda Armstrong
Before it dry, that shit be gone

[Gucci Mane & Meek Mill]
I´m a money getting nigga
(Money getting nigga)
At least, that´s just what I´m known for
(That´s just what I´m known for)
You better call up my connect
(My connect)
And ask him what he put me on for
(What he put me on for)
I heard y´all niggas ballin´
(Ballin)
Then why the fuck you take a loan for?

(Loan for)
(You better stay up out of Philly, nigga
You know you pussies don´t belong here)

[Meek Mill]
Rose gold on my bottom six
Half a mill on foreign whips
I´m in the wheel with a foreign bitch
I´m on the bra strap, and she on this dick
Just bow down, you lame
Your diamonds look strange
I´m grinding like Wayne
When he on that skateboard, I´m saying
Nigga your new girl´s my old bitch
My old bitch your new girl
Young lil rich Philly nigga
Them hoes tell me I´m too thorough
I don´t even fuck one on one

Cause when I come, I need two girls
That´s down to fuck like all night
Give them bitches that hard pipe
Riding with with a ho named Keisha
And we smoking on Keisha
Young nigga fresh like Easter
Blood dripping on my sneakers
Straight drop, I stick that
I sell a brick, I get back
That Molly look like a Tic Tac
And I tell that ho that I get it back like ´Whoa´

I´m a money getting nigga
(Money getting nigga)
At least, that´s just what I´m known for
(That´s just what I´m known for)
You better call up my connect
(My connect)

And ask him what he put me on for
(What he put me on for)
I heard y´all niggas ballin´
(Ballin)
Then why the fuck you take a loan for?
(Loan for)
(You better stay up out of Philly, nigga
You know you pussies don´t belong here)

[Gucci Mane]
I drop a bag on your head, nigga
And they´ll locate your ass like OnStar
I ain´t have to buy shit, nigga
My nigga Waka got his own car
You on my dick like you a bitch, nigga
Why don´t you go and quote your own bars?
And I don´t want to go back to jail, nigga
But you gon´ make me catch one more charge

I could look and tell you´re frail nigga
But you keep on tryin´ to look hard
Your friends keep asking "What´s the smell, nigga?"
That´s your motherfucking homeboys

I´m a money getting nigga
(Money getting nigga)
At least, that´s just what I´m known for
(That´s just what I´m known for)
You better call up my connect
(My connect)
And ask him what he put me on for
(What he put me on for)
I heard y´all niggas ballin´
(Ballin)
Then why the fuck you take a loan for?
(Loan for)

(You better stay up out of Philly, nigga
You know you pussies don´t belong here)