We got money in our pocket, and whatever you're sipping on Red-bottom limping around this bitch, what the fuck you tripping on? Twenty goons, they in this bitch, you better check your tone And they gon' put you back in place if you do something wrong We in this bitch (we in this bitch), yeah we in this bitch (yeah) We got a section full of girls and they barely speak any English Let's toast it up to that life and I mean it We in this bitch, we in this ho I got the .40 on me now, I'm worse than Plaxico Shout to Gangsta Gibbs, he the next to blow You should see my gangster grill, I light the shit from blow Snow ya car transforming, is it a transformer? You ever cook the whole thing on a George Foreman? What about a nine on the gas grill? Four-fifty for the zip, paid my gas bill So many horses in the 'rari, park it in the barn Took the ice up out my cup and put it in my charm And this bad bitch with me from another planet Stay on the satellite phone, man, I can't stand it Hey baby girl, hang the phone up No talking with your mouth full, you's a grown-up What the fuck? Who the hell? Flashback in this bitch, thought I seen a scale We got money in our pocket, and whatever you're sipping on Red-bottom limping around this bitch, what the fuck you tripping on? Twenty goons, they in this bitch, you better check your tone And they gon' put you back in place if you do something wrong We in this bitch (we in this bitch), yeah we in this bitch (yeah) We got a section full of girls and they barely speak any English Let's toast it up to that life and I mean it You know how we handle shit, gangster gutter glamorous Zone One Atlanta shit, over all the amateurs I'm walking off in here, a boss so, dog, approach with caution though Disrespect is tolerated, that's some shit you ought to know Niggas say they ball, yeah, but I'm balling harder though Cold as the nose on a Appalachian Eskimo It finna go down, ho, popping bottles, drown hoes Paid niggas with us, ain't no broke niggas around so Excuse me, who is he? I don't do this usually But I'm too fresh to fight, somebody go and get security I'm buying this, buying that, getting that check and flyin jet Boucheron, Constantine, Puff like, where you find that? American at the nature, boy, a lot of nigga hate your boy Pocket full of money, got more paper than a paperboy Hoes jocking, on Twitter trending topic Future, Jeezy, Cris, and Drama Tip say, let's go get it popping We got money in our pocket, and whatever you're sipping on Red-bottom limping around this bitch, what the fuck you tripping on? Twenty goons, they in this bitch, you better check your tone And they gon' put you back in place if you do something wrong We in this bitch (we in this bitch), yeah we in this bitch (yeah) We got a section full of girls and they barely speak any English Let's toast it up to that life and I mean it I'm popping plenty bottles, like I got plenty bricks Call me Mr. Marcus, I'm in this bitch Super drink, super smoke and some super hoes VIP looking like we won the fucking Superbowl Thirsty chicks trying to give it, I don't want it You been in more laps than the Indy 500 Conjure's what we drinking, faded till the world end Never see me planking, unless I'm on your girlfriend Ludacris, I been a staple in this Southern game Got the best lines, so I guess I'm slinging Southern caine My money's louder, you rappers need to hush more My presidents rock, my accounts are Mount Rushmore On the island and my phone is hitting dead spots Altoid can of blue pills, that's my X-box You could hate, you could diss, you could make a wish But eight albums, and Luda's still in this bitch

Zaytoven Mexicano, working like I'm Mexicano New persona, we're moving on from Ferragamo (I'm moving on) Get the llama, I party with the real Madonna (yeah) Beat the odds, do numbers and remain humble (Future) Drop top Porsches, I'm so used to this Smoking out the pound, I'm so used to this I know where I'm from and I got used to this Mansion in the hills, I got used to this Shake your booty bitches, I got used to this There's Iceland in my wrist, I done got used to this Tropicana bitches, I got all kinda flavors Selling dope all my life, I can't do minimum wage (nah) Dirty-dirty muddy, I got used to this (gang) I give you my heart till there ain't nothing to give (Future) You know I fuck with Game if you know where we been (Freebandz) How many niggas you know can just hop in the Benz? Be honest to yourself, don't you ever pretend (tell 'em) Don't ever play yourself, know when it all begins (you know) I had to put my back against the wall (and what?) Tell me that I don't deserve to ball Mexicano, working like I'm Mexicano New persona, we're moving off of Ferragamo Get the llama, I party with the real Madonna Beat the odds, do numbers and remain humble Drop top Porsches, I'm so used to this Smoking out the pound, I'm so used to this (uh) I know where I'm from and I got used to this (Lil Mexico) Mansion in the hills, I got used to this Lambo come alive man, I'm used to this No one looks surprised cause we used to this I'ma make sure that we get used to this Treat my brother's kids like they one of my kids Never looking back on it, we did what we did Could never find the time for the people I miss Thought they had my back against the wall Tell me that I don't deserve to ball Well then tell me who deserve it Eyes getting low but I'm still observing I see you lurking Never see me out in person I'm always working Money on your head if you make a nigga nervous Never made a move out here unless I was certain Tatted on me, but this shit is deeper than the surface I'm with everyone that I was here with in the first place Making sure that they all good before they close the curtain Mexicano, working like I'm Mexicano (skrt) New persona, we're moving off of Ferragamo Get the llama, I party with the real Madonna Beat the odds, do numbers and remain humble (Future) Drop top Porsches, I'm so used to this Smoking out the pound, I'm so used to this (smoke) I know where I'm from and I got used to this (ay) Mansion in the hills, I got used to this (Future) Ohh-oh, ohh-ohhh

D. Hill (D. Hill) Ay I should've put you somewhere where no one could find you (ay) Mansion out in the sticks with nothin' around you Katy, Texas, Dallas, Texas, you know, a different environment (ay) 'Cause you got desires, I know, I know, I know 'Cause you got desires, I know, I know, I know 'Cause you got desires You got that fire and I'm not a liar You had me down on my knees every day, had to talk with Messiah I'm in that eight and that one and that two, this a different Ferrari, yeah I tried to pay all your loans off and cop you a driver, yeah I had you stayin' too close to the city you actin' too vulnerable livin' this life I should've moved you away from Houston Before I copped you all this ice You wanna be my number one, you're not actin' like the main thing I let you play my number two, you barely made the second string I should've put you somewhere where no one could find you (ay) Mansion out in the sticks with nothin' around you Katy, Texas, Dallas, Texas, you know, a different environment (ay) 'Cause you got desires, I know, I know, I know 'Cause you got desires, I know, I know, I know 'Cause you got desires Ay Self-control has never been your thing Don't think it'll help if there's a ring with a rock in it Where I'm from, they serve the soda clean (clean, clean) You come from a city where there's lean with the rocks in it How the fuck you keep so many secrets? How you goin' vegan, but still beefin' with me again? How the fuck you've seen so many beaches? Tickets to them places don't come cheap, and I see you back in Turks Remember who took you there first and don't you forget it Got you a whip, but then you got back on your shit I had to tell Eric go get it I'm always movin' too fast, the feeling don't last I feel like you take me for granted Probably my fault for the way that I handle it I should've put you somewhere where no one could find you (ay) Mansion out in the sticks with nothin' around you Katy, Texas, Dallas, Texas, you know, a different environment (ay) 'Cause you got desires, I know, I know, I know (ay) 'Cause you got desires, I know, I know, I know (ay) 'Cause you got desires Ooh, shawty, you tried it Voice gettin' filled with entitlement Why would you tell me those lies? And Why would you make it so bold to my face? Why are your stories all over the place? Whole lotta secrets friends don't keep safe Where did your friends all go? (Woo) I can't solve your problems You say your problems never needed solvin' I was too good to you, should've stayed solid Nice guys always finish off where they started Déjà vu, you wanted things and you got 'em Déjà vu, I wanted smoke and I got it Déjà vu, déjà Déjà Alright, so unfortunately, I'm still here (hahaha) But, you know, if you're here, you're still up In the building And you just wanna hear some tune, some music I think, you know, you found the right spot I'm outside in an AMG Right outside, TT You know, shout out my brother Drake, for you know Popping this off real quick

Buddy you're a boy, make a big noise Playin' in the street, gonna be a big man some day You got mud on your face You big disgrace Kickin' your can all over the place Singin' We will, we will rock you We will, we will rock you We will, we will rock you We will, we will rock you Yeah, buddy you're a young man, hard man Shoutin' in the street, gonna take on the world some day You got blood on your face You big disgrace Wavin' your banner all over the place Singin' We will, we will rock you We will, we will rock you We will, we will rock you We will, we will rock you Buddy you're an old man, poor man Pleadin' with your eyes, gonna get you some peace some day You got mud on your face You big disgrace Somebody better put you back into your place We will, we will rock you We will, we will rock you We will, we will rock you We will, we will rock you We will, we will rock you