(It's Dolph) I don't get mad, I just get paid Smelling like a pound, Walking in the bank I been smoking weed (Since when) Before the fifth grade This a man's world, Bitch stay in your place Shitting on your favorite rapper, Did it by mistake Went and got a mansion, Went and got a maid Naw I ain't got a deal, But I got a Wraith I call my clientele, I'm sorry for the wait All these pounds in my traphouse, Feel like I'm out of shape These bitches love me man, I'm drinking muddy man Drop a four in a ginger ale, It tastes like bubbly man Young nigga hit a lick now you can't tell me nothing man Pulled up in a Porsche, Pulled off in a Wraith Pulled up in a Porsche, Pulled off in a Wraith Pulled up in a Porsche, Pulled off in a Wraith I saw my old bitch yesterday, You should've seen her face Pulled up in a Porsche, Pulled off in a Wraith Pulled up in a Porsche, Pulled off in a Wraith Pulled up in a Porsche, Pulled off in a Wraith I saw my old bitch yesterday, You should've seen her face Pulled up in a Porsche, that bitch too anemic Got that Rolls Royce, that bitch too conceited Then I got them feet, had to get a pedi Bought Keisha the Audi, you other niggas petty Bet you ain't got more money than harmony in heaven Flat black Chevy, flat black MAC 11 I'm rolling up by the pound, you rolling up by the seven Walk in the room with the black and white fur, that bitch that look like a panda I put the slang in the gram, I just might loan your fam I do this shit for Atlanta, shoot that bitch up with a cannon All that I want is some Act, whip that shit up with a Fanta Niggas don't know how to act, when I pull up bitches pull out the cameras Pulled up in that 9 11, pulled off in a Wraith This my second one this year, it still got paper plates I'm laughing out the [?] the way I'm laughing to the bank, ha ha All you niggas standing in line, you need more food to fill my plate Swear you pussy niggas sweeter than some crème brulee I got niggas in the kitchen that'll razorblade your face I'm frying chicken in my fucking Wraith, ghetto nigga Eating Dodger's chicken in my fucking Wraith, what can I say Greasy fingers, spill some hot sauce on that leather suede ceiling Barbeque interior, collard green exterior All these cars outside I can't decide which one to drive And all these hoes outside I can't decide which one I want inside

We Coming... We Coming... We Coming... Sim Simma I just want buy me a Beema Tick tick blow up, Hiroshima Who am I, I'm that ni**a Who am I, I'm that ni**a Yaowww Real ni**a, no faking, Island Boy, but I ain't Jamaican In my hood they flip work & then chop bricks like they're half Asian Gone jail can't save him, getting dough so the cops take him Please tell they're motherscunt to kick rocks & stop hating All you ever been was a shoulda coulda woulda Me on the other hand, well I'm the girls them sugar Just me & my brother, hot like St. Thomas summer All I wanted was a Beema & to move out the gutter The world is ours, Scarface even though we came from a small place No matter where I'm at I'm VI, all day The St. Thomas Kanye, need a feature call Ray Ain't stopping til everybody in the hood all say MAYDAY! Sim Simma I just want buy me a Beema Tick tick blow up, Hiroshima Who am I, I'm that ni**a Who am I, I'm that ni**a Bad man, bad man all I know is bad man Houzin down to Savan, I does run with Rock Man Rock man, rock man yes I am a rock man But I got girls from Cruz & I got girls from St. John New slang, new slang I spitting that new slang I ain't never had nothing, man been broke for to long Wassup, wassup tell them haters wassup If they looking for me I'm vacationing on Vessup Hold on, hold on please big man just hold on This is not no softness, this is not no love song Theron, Theron yes my name is Theron My mother name me Theron, when you see me call me Theron Sim Simma I just want buy me a Beema Tick tick blow up, Hiroshima Who am I, I'm that ni**a Who am I, I'm that ni**a I went to the prom in a foreign car I be going hard like it's no tomorrow Parallel park by the Georgia Dome, in the parking lot getting Georgia Dome A T L A N T A GA is where I stay I came up in a trap house & booming ye like everyday I might pull up in that bitch in a Porsche, showing no remorse Yelling fuck y'all, intercourse Winners choice I get em moist, PRPS is my denim choice Everything I got exclusive, if there's a lot their won't be anymore I'm getting pussy galore, opportunity knocking it's been at the door I just might be in my Maybach, I had a Beema before Sim Simma I just want buy me a Beema Tick tick blow up, Hiroshima Who am I, I'm that ni**a Who am I, I'm that ni**a

Walking through the fire Please don't let me go Take me to the river I need you to know I'm burnin' up Come put me out Come here put me out I'm burnin' up Come put me out Come here put me out I'm burnin' up, come, come, come, come, come, come I'm burnin' up, come, come, come, come, come, come I'm burnin' Hot in the kitchen like a thousand degrees That's how I'm feelin' when you're next to me (next to me) I got a fever, tell me, what did you do? Temperature risin' when I look at you, look at you Subliminal sex Drippin' in sweat I'm losing my breath (ha, ha, ha, ha) Look what I've found It's about to go down I want it right now I'm burnin' up Come put me out Come here put me out I'm burnin' up Come put me out Come here put me out I'm burnin' up Come put me out Come here put me out I'm burnin' up Come put me out Come here put me out I got the matches, you got the gasoline Light up the floor like it's Billie Jean The way we're movin' by the end of the song They're gonna have to pull the fire, the fire alarm Subliminal sex (uh) Drippin' in sweat (uh) I'm losing my breath (damn) Look what I've found (yeah) It's about to go down (yeah) I want it right now (yeah) 2 Chainz! Everything hot like it's fresh off the grill Million dollar grill look fresh on the hill Plus I'm 6'5", she need to step in some heels Before you step up in here you need to step up your gear Wish a Lamborghini had four doors From the corner store to the corridor Me and my homie on the damn floor White girl in the middle, looking like an Oreo Roof on fire, we can burn up Turn up for what nigga turn up Mother fucker must ain't learned Back in the day used to down with a burn coat (I'm burnin' up) Light got the Lord on the top floor In a Ford, wearin' Tom Ford Walk in the club and her ass start clappin' Tell shawty I want a encore

Hot in the kitchen like a thousand degrees That's how I'm feeling when you're next to me I got a fever, tell me, what did you do? Temperature rising when I look at you Subliminal sex Drippin' in sweat I'm losing my breath Look what I've found It's about to go down I want it right now Come put me out Come and put me out I'm burnin' up, come put me out Come and put me out I'm burnin' up, come put me out Come and put me out I'm burnin' up, come put me out Come and put me out I'm burnin' up, come put me out Come and put me out I'm burnin' up, come put me out Come and put me out I'm burnin' up, come put me out Come and put me out I'm burnin' up Come put me out Come and put me out I'm burnin' up Come put me out Come and put me out I'm burnin' up I got the matches, you got the gasoline Light up the floor like it's Billie Jean The way we're movin' by the end of the song They're gonna have to pull the fire, fire alarm Walking through the fire Please, don't let me go Take me to the river I need you to know I'm burnin' up I'm burnin' up I'm burnin' up

Y'all know I don't wanna be In a penitentiary But that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy I be right back smoking weed Chilling with the family Cause that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy Starting out my week with a quarter boat Stupid strong and I won't sell a quarter o I got 5 on that cause I'm infamous Fuck fame, strippers love me... Back to work nigga! I know y'all niggas miss this shit! Y'all know I don't wanna be In a penitentiary But that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy I be right back smoking weed Chilling with the family Cause that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy Starting out my week with a quarter boat Stupid strong and I won't sell a quarter o I got 5 on that cause I'm infamous Fuck fame, strippers love me ad infinite Fuck no, I ain't working for the minimum I'm going in, every weekend is a cinema So get a coke, hot dog and some candy bars I'm from the 6 but my dick dunn been in movie stars I'm so high right now I want a? Let everybody in free I'm bringing all my cars And I don't wanna be locked up, hell no! But we got weight so? Excuse me for being gangsta, I'm crazy I couldn't have been a sissy Mama wouldn't have fed me I'm all-red and my beemer confetti I'm? 18 with the chevy I'm deadlift with a tool like freddy Not jackson, kruger, you smell me? And no push ups, just kush up No lay-ups, just? E a g a got bakers Eastside, can I roll through decatur I'm going hard for the squad I'm the major Anything move here, Gucci get paper