[Rick Ross]
I think I´m Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whippin´ work, hallelujah
One nation, under God
Real niggas gettin´ money from the fuckin´ start

I think I´m Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Gettin´ work, hallelujah
One nation, under God
Real niggas gettin´ money from the fuckin´ start

[Rick Ross]
My Rolls Royce triple black, I´m geechee ho
Ballin´ in the club, bottles like I´m Meech ho
Rozay, that´s my nickname
Cocaine runnin´ in my big vein
Self made, you just affiliated
I build it ground up, you bought it renovated
Talkin´ plenty capers nothin´s been authenticated
Funny you claimin´ the same bitch that I´m penetratin´
Hold the bottles up, where my comrades?
Where the fuckin´ felons? Where my dogs at?
I got that Archie Bunker

And it´s so white, I just might charge you double

[Rick Ross]
I think I´m Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whippin´ work, hallelujah
One nation, under God
Real niggas gettin´ money from the fuckin´ start
I think I´m Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Gettin´ work, hallelujah
One nation, under God
Real niggas gettin´ money from the fuckin´ start

[Rick Ross]
These mutherfuckers mad that I´m icy
Stunt so hard make them come and me
I think I´m Big Meech, look at my timepiece
It´s another mere, hundred racks at least
Look at yourself, now look at me

You can´t see a nigga, I´m what you used to be
Look at it this way, you niggas sideways
Always gettin´ money, my nigga, crime pays
So fuck a nigga, I´m self-made
You a sucker nigga, I´m self-paid
This for my broke niggas, this for my rich niggas
Got a hundred on a head of a snitch nigga

[Rick Ross]
I think I´m Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whippin´ work, hallelujah
One nation, under God
Real niggas gettin´ money from the fuckin´ start
I think I´m Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Gettin´ work, hallelujah
One nation, under God
Real niggas gettin´ money from the fuckin´ start

[Styles P]
The thirty-six holes leave you bleedin´, fam
Word to them thirty-six O´s in a kilogram
Blunt tip, orange like caviar
Wildin´ out, fishtailin´, Subaru rally car
Out the passenger, lettin´ the automatty off
A egg of that girl I´ll knock ya mommy and ya daddy off
Fuck around and knock the emblem on the Caddy off
Four shooters buggin´ out, blickin´ at ya Caddy doors
And did I mention guns from Red Dead Redemption?
Nine mils, fifty clip extensions
Coke is like a mattress in the hood, I´m flippin´ on it
And the money´s like a chair, I´m sittin´ on it

[Rick Ross]

I think I´m Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whippin´ work, hallelujah
One nation, under God
Real niggas gettin´ money from the fuckin´ start
I think I´m Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Gettin´ work, hallelujah
One nation, under God
Real niggas gettin´ money from the fuckin´ start