Hm, hm, hm, mm
Pull up, G-Wagon, huh, mm
Different, mm (They hoes)
Uh, hey, yeah, uh-huh (These niggas, they hoes)
We don´t fuck wit´ these niggas, they hoes (What?)

Fire, bitch, gang, uh, uh, uh (We don´t fuck wit´ these niggas, they hoes)
Mm, mm (I don´t fuck with these niggas, they hoes)

Who the fuck is lil´ shawty? (Fuck is lil´ shawty?)
Where the fuck is yo´ nigga? Huh (Fuck is yo´ nigga?)
How you get to this party?
Don´t bring Backwoods, I like Swishers
I gotta Draco in the sack, nigga, shoot the car, tryna knock out the engine (Boom, baow, baow)
I keep this shit kickin´ on top of my pendant (Yeah)
Dirty rod in my pouch, gotta know I ain´t slippin´ (Yeah, go)
Black, hm, hm, I want everything black, huh (Black)

Want everything black (Black), huh, I´m buyin´ everything black, huh (Black)
I want that ass fat (Ass fat), my Range Rover black, huh (Black)
I want a whole ´nother bag, huh (Bag)
I want a hundred-round Gat, huh (Hundred-round Gat)
And I want lil´ shawty, she bad, huh (Bad)
I wanna beat in her back (Beat in her back)
And I wanna kill all my opps (Kill all my opps), dead, ain´t comin´ back
I wanna hit her if she thick (Woo)
I wanna keep this shit on track (Keep this shit on track)
And I went bought like thirty Rollies like a nigga Ric Flair (Yeah, yeah, like a nigga Ric Flair)
Wait, hm, like a nigga Ric Flair, mm (Ah)
And I want damn near thirty Rollies like a nigga Ric Flair

Ha, haha, like a nigga Ric Flair, ha (You already know)
And I´m so high, might fly a bitch out for to dye my hair (Uh)
These rappers be talkin´ that shit and they broke
And they know for a fact I make slimes pull up
They be stealin´ the swag so we fuckin´ they ho´
Pick her up, hit the bitch in the back of my truck (Uh)
I don´t care, all this money not here for the show
Let her ride me on top while I sit in the chair
I be fiendin´, bitch, I be takin´ these pills
I could pull her shit off ´cause I paid for the hair
Different, mm-ah
I don´t fuck wit´ these niggas, they hoes
We don´t fuck wit´ these niggas, they hoes (Uh-uh)

Why you think we be fuckin´ they hoes? (Know I´m rich)
Tell ´em that our bitches fire (Rich, rich, rich, rich)
How you think that I pay for that Rolls? (That Rolls)
I just crept up from the paint, huh
You know that I brought my bros