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

I hear em talking, money make a hater madder than a bitch Got my check up, now you know I get more cash than a bitch Got a pocket full of paper and a bad yellow bitch Ass fatter than a bitch My car faster than a bitch What you saying, make em madder than a bitch What you saying, get more cash than a bitch What you saying, got a yellow bad bitch Ass fatter than a bitch, my car go faster than a bitch A hunnid billion dollars, that's the conversation Nigga I got more whips than a dominatrix Pretty bitch jump on my dick, lemme drive ya crazy And you heard that my paper thicker than the yellow pages Press that button lose the top, make it disappear Its so lonely at the top, but I love to hear Pass that cream bitch I'm higher than Apollo 13 On that purple martini and a ounce of blue dream So much money, make the counter blow a fuse Live in the fast lane and fuck all the rules I'm living on the edge, fuck a hater, fuck the feds If I buy more ice, I might need to buy a sled Smoking loud, drinking hen, man I'm higher than a bitch Lick harder than a bitch Wanna stick it in a bitch Ferragamo louis shit All designer in this bitch I got gold on my teeth and neck, I'm shining as a bitch Bitch love to see this shit, niggas mad than a bitch Throw a cop in the parking lot, just shot him bout a bitch I ain't tripping bout you man, I'm on dead presidents All my niggas killas and they scared of the penitent-ions Money always make a broke mad, make him envy Never bowing down to a bitch, it ain't amendment Lamborghini cost a ticket and I'm tryna rob that bitch Pat your running up the check, we ain't tryna hit that shit You wanna say something about the pimp? Gimme his address bitch I'ma come to his house If they can fear that then they can fear whats really going around down here mane I'm glad we got an island where we can at these bitch niggas out, ya know what I'm talking bout? I can go broke any minute, still making 4 million in an hour Closing deals with the cartel on my speakerphone in the shower My bitch on the shower You niggas is cowards, get the fuck off of my lung I'm cutting the grass with them choppas Bullets is sounding like do-do-do-do hitting niggas and flowers I don't fly jets, I buy jets I'm from the low rise, high ground, projects Fuck you and your street cash, little ass plump check You sign niggas, I sign niggas, I buy the label I'm in the Soho House in the library, eating sushi with Cong ly Getting throwed from your politician, this ho wanna elect me Still a hood nigga tryna fuck everything Life in the villa, getting zarilla, nigga Think of my scrilla Keeping my wolves on deck like Michael on Thrilla

(Again and again, and again, and again, do it again!) Ol' ratchet ass bitch I see you out there, tryna get your hustle on Ain't no nigga gonna pay your motherfuckin' bills, bitch Pay your own shit, I don't give a fuck, hoe Mac Miller, tell these hoes what's up, man She sayin' fuck me, fuck me, she like it rough and that's rugby I'm partyin' where there's drugs free, this life to live, it don't come cheap Leave a hand print on her butt cheek, she give me head while I puff trees I'm on drugs, she on drugs, her nose just got bloody Sniffin' coke lines off my dick, she ridin' on that train She crushin' down that powder, I'm puffin' on this Sour Been fuckin' her for hours and I still ain't got my nut You fuckin' with that molly, she ain't gon' let you bust (blam!) Give me some while I hit the blunt, I'm in ya spirit, let me lift it up If daddy come, get my shit and run, he gon' see my ass, go and get his gun You a devil bitch, let me tell you that, feel like I been to hell and back You textin' me, addicted, you need me, you miss it She crazy, she nasty, everyday she harass me I'm fuckin' her to sleep and then she pay for my taxi Goddamn, the sun is comin' up That's the last time that I'm gon' be fuckin' with them drugs, yup She get a bunch of money (money), spend it all on drugs (drugs) Mobbin' with her bitches (bitches), never fall in love (love) Dumpin' out that yayo (yayo), sniffin' all it up (up) Go ahead and hate her, 'cause everybody does Goddamn that's a lucky-ass bitch (-ass bitch) Goddamn that's a lucky-ass bitch (-ass bitch) Goddamn that's a lucky-ass bitch (-ass bitch) Goddamn that's a lucky-ass bitch (-ass bitch) She got money, drugs and freedom (freedom) Blunts is what she chiefin' (chiefin') She ain't got a job, but fuck it, she don't need one (no) Drive drunk, she swervin' (swervin') Tryna fuck, she certain (Certain) Run around and stumble down, hit her head, she hurtin' Drunk as fuck, sniffin' pills, wildin' out, tell the bitch to chill Cup of syrup and a blunt of purp Which one of my homie's gon' fuck her first? (Woo) She in love with drugs, that pussy get licked up Picked up, then dicked down, bitch, tell me who rich now? (Rich now) You fuckin' with the Most Dope knuckleheads Gettin' money, fuck the feds, yeah, that Stevie Wonder bread (bread) Ain't a rookie, uh, that bitch is famous, Snooki One thing I won't do (what's that?), pay for pussy She get a bunch of money (money), spend it all on drugs (drugs) Mobbin' with her bitches (bitches), never fall in love (love) Dumpin' out that yayo (yayo), sniffin' all it up (up) Go ahead and hate her, 'cause everybody does Goddamn that's a lucky-ass bitch (-ass bitch) Goddamn that's a lucky-ass bitch (-ass bitch) Goddamn that's a lucky-ass bitch (-ass bitch) Goddamn that's a lucky-ass bitch (-ass bitch) I'm trippy mane, lookin' for a trippy chick (trippy chick) That like to get fucked up and do some trippy shit (mm-hmm) Paper planes rolled up, I call 'em "trippy sticks" (mm-hmm) Weed, pills, and the drank (codeine), she with it Juicy got money and Juicy got bitches (yep) Smokin' and drinkin' that Charlie Sheen liquor (yep) Up in this bitch (yep), keep two hoes with me (yep) Poppin' them superman pills getting freaky (they freaky) I like double D's (uh-huh), she like double D's (bitch) Shawty can't lose (bitch), she play on both teams (they goin') Hell in her mouth (uh-huh), her becky fire (fire) Molly, pills, orange juice got that bitch wired (she high) All my hoes got money and they keep me higher (yessir) Then I line 'em up for a ménage à trois-yer (let's go) She get a bunch of money (money), spend it all on drugs (drugs) Mobbin' with her bitches (bitches), never fall in love (love) Dumpin' out that yayo (yayo), sniffin' all it up (up) Go ahead and hate her, 'cause everybody does Goddamn that's a lucky-ass bitch (-ass bitch) Goddamn that's a lucky-ass bitch (-ass bitch) Goddamn that's a lucky-ass bitch (-ass bitch) Goddamn that's a lucky-ass bitch (-ass bitch) Again and again and again and again Trippy (do it again, do it again) Some high-ass music, man This shit got me fucked up right now This music has got me in a trance I'm stoned like a motherfucker, nigga Two thousand and fifty, trippy shit Yes, I am high, for the rest of my life Was that good for you? Was that good for you? Was that good for you?

Is it rain, that you're praying for Is it war, that you're fighting for Is it love that you're straying from Is it you that you're running from Always on the run, run, run So you run you run you run you run (Yeah) Alchemy don't try my alchemy You talkin' wild to me These fallacies Who and what to do what we allowed to be Calculate you every move That shit don't amount to me Quit doubting me It don't take algebra for you to count on me You can't program perfection Life without direction is bound to get ingested Belly of the beast swallowed the key to the dungeon Are you really running or just chasing something Always on the run, run, run So you run you run you run you run See they parade around acting like they give a fuck about you They just, they just, they just tryna get some pub' about you They just, they just, they just tryna get some (?) about you They just, they don't really love you they know nothing 'bout you They don't, they don't reall- you nothing no-nothing about you (yeah) They just want the clicks, they just want your clicks They just want your clicks, they just wanna take your common sense Ignorance, they just want your ignorance, 'cause it's bliss If it's more dollars for them, and it's more slavery for you 'Cause if you're holding your breath, nigga don't wait for the truth (ahaa) They ain't gone tell you that you property It's a battle for the minds nigga that's monopoly (bands) Is it rain, that you're praying for Is it war, that you're fighting for Is it love that you're straying from Is it you that you're running from Always on the run, run, run So you run you run you run you run (Yeah)