M-M-M-Murda Workin' me, she workin' me (work) Urgin' me, it be urgin' me Chill it up the top of call the curtain please I decided to go up like Major League She just popped the perc and just like pokin' beans She just popped the perc and say I hurt her knees She hurtin' me, rich dawg Hercules Two cups, Martel pour a neat (two) Serve a fiend, fuck a bitch then go to sleep (serve, serve) I need to get me a maid before we leave (give me) No key pull up, remember me Remember me, I'll remember me (hey) Take 'em way back, Lil John energy (Lil John) Pockets real fat, cash 'veal ten a key (yumba) Fire a blunt, it done died off (whoop) Ride off, bitches ride off, yeah (skrr) Yo boss, he done died off, yeah (skrr) I just cut the dirtiest stove and pot it off, yeah (hey) Workin' me, she workin' me (work) Urgin' me, it be urgin' me Chill it up the top of call the curtain please I decided to go up like Major League She just popped the perc and just like pokin' beans She just popped the perc and say I hurt her knees She hurtin' me, rich dawg Hercules She hurtin' me, rich dawg Hercules I decided to go up like Major League Call the plug, tell him bring the key (bring the key) Then retire, where the fuck's JT (JT) Bought a coupe and told a rapper, "race me" (skrr, skrr) Remember when they used to curve me (swoop) Now they want to represent my earnings (represent it) If you want smoke, smoke be low on me (smoke smoke) By yourself, no, bring your army I'm having shit that going to extinct your whole family (extinct) I put 'em out, I feel like he done broke the leaves I put the work inside the wall behind the scene (work, work) She attractin' all the dogs that work for me (grr) Workin' me, she workin' me (work) Urgin' me, it be urgin' me Chill it up the top of call the curtain please I decided to go up like Major League She just popped the perc and just like pokin' beans She just popped the perc and say I hurt her knees She hurtin' me, rich dawg Hercules She hurtin' me, rich dawg Hercules

Take your heart, don't let me break it in two I'm sure that I could possibly do nothin' for you I'm nearly on the edge I'm 'bout to jump in the fuel I'm really not afraid of nothin' Look on everything I gave everything and got nothing back Ain't looking for no pat on backs That ain't how we got where the fuck we at Mama call, "Where the fuck you at?" "On the road, and I ain't coming back Until my hundred stacks make a hundred racks And that hundred racks bring a bundle back" I was blowin' gas like the Honey Badger J.I.D, bitch, the money snatcher C'est la vie, shit I'm coming after everybody Don't get the bloody splatter I'm fly and I got my niggas fly too Shit is like buddy passes I wanna cry cause I'm numb inside If you wonder why, ask, "What's the matter?" 'Cause I been working hella hard Shit ain't really working out I been praying to the Lord Shit ain't really working out I been looking to the stars Keep my head up in the clouds Shit ain't really working out Shit ain't really working out Shit ain't really working out Quiet Don't explain What is there to gain Shit, shit ain't really working out Now I got a little bread Got my niggas working outta town Baby your ass fat, shit I can see you working out, hoo And you got a new job? Tell me, how that shit working out? Heard you doing pretty good Yeah, people talk, word of mouth Wasn't 'round when you had the dirty house Now they won't leave when you kick 'em out These type of people can't stick around Only down when there's Liquor 'round or the spliff around That's why I don't fuck with niggas now Well I fuck with all my niggas You know the difference You been living with tunnel vision You and all of your friends are Like wonder women, Wonder Woman Working for it if you ever wanted something Searching for a purpose, I see what you on the Difference in how you be using your gifts In the midst of the shit that you dealing with Really specific, you paid attention, panoramic Got the vision like a fer-de-lance You attack and you kill it Sinkin' your teeth with the venom Kinda like me with these instrumentals Or the pen and the pencil Or off the pimpin' since been pimpin' Keep it sensible Since you winning you a object of ridicule Objects appearing closer than you ready for Obviously you don't know what's ahead But that's the reason you can work 'til you dead I been working hella hard Shit ain't really working out I been praying to the Lord Shit ain't really working out I been looking to the stars Keep my head up in the clouds Shit ain't really working out Shit ain't really working out Shit ain't really working out C'mon bruh, come to the booty club one time Throw some of that Dreamville money Throw some of that Dreamville money At these hoes, bruh They got dreams too, nigga They got shit to do too nigga They got dreams too bruh bruh Y'all Dreamville-uh aye aye, aye aye, uh uh Next time you see that nigga J. Cole bruh You tell that nigga the same thing man I fuck with y'all niggas bro Why that nigga J. Cole Got all this money, look like he 'bout to Borrow somebody charger or something "C'mon bruh, let me get your charger bruh Let me get my shit to uh, uh 10% percent And I'll give this shit back to you bruh bruh" C'mon bruh flex some of that Dreamville money, let me see it

C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka) C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka) Super stupid swag, you can call me Argentina Run up on Flocka, homie got that Nina I will burn you, boy, I'm not playin', boy You know 'bout me, boy, built to destroy So Icey Army-slash-Navy-slash-Marine boys We got hella guns, we got hella Bloods We got hella Crips, we got hella Kings We got hella folks, niggas sell coke Some sell pills, others sell weed We got what you need, and we work them M's bitch The bitches drilled him; hoes killed him Ask about Flocka, all the girls feel him And they film him, yes, they love him But they dirty, you can't really trust them Niggas at your front, niggas at your back door They even at your window, heard you got that kinfolk (Flocka) C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka) C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka) All I need is weed; all I need is coke All I ask for one thing: Hit Squad boys to never go broke Clayco let my niggas go, free my nigga Kebo Free my nigga Gucci, So Icey, niggas tryna stick me? Just because I'm icey? Boy, that's your life, G Dick me and pipe me? Naw, that's unlikely The Dale (Ain't gon' have that) Campbellton Road (Ain't gon' have that) Boulder Park (Ain't gon' have that) Morrow (Ain't gon' have that) Mount Zion (Ain't gon' have that) North Joy (Ain't gon' have that) Tara Blvd. (Ain't gon' have that) Upper Dale (Ain't gon' have that) The Hill (Ain't gon' have that) Point South (Ain't gon' have that) Jonesboro (Ain't gon' have that) So Icey (Ain't gon' have that) Westside (Ain't gon' have that) Eastside (Ain't gon' have that) Northside (Ain't gon' have that) Southside (Ain't gon' have that) Think about what you do if you run up on me Think about what you do if you run up on me Flocka! C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka) C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka)

KG gonna trouble you Accountant still ain't got caught cheating Chasin' dreams, shaking off demons The other side get the worst treatment Fall through my marriage, tell me won't leave me Shit hard right now, going through it Shit hard right now, going through it Fell out with my dawg over music Hundred mil', I'm walking to it They like, "Don't retire, we love your music When your new shit drop, we gon' turn up to it Burn a 'Wood to it, we gon' trap to it Party hard music, get drunk to it" Girls fixin' makeup in the mirror to it All the athletes walking out to it World my music, worldwide music Upper echelon, G5 music Reload DJ Tiny, man, we in this motherfucker, man Squad, baow, baow, baow Accountant still ain't got caught cheating Chasin' dreams, shaking off demons The other side get the worst treatment Fall through my marriage, tell me won't leave me Shit hard right now, going through it Shit hard right now, going through it Fell out with my dawg over music Hundred mil', I'm walking to it They like, "Don't retire, we love your music When your new shit drop, we gon' turn up to it Burn a 'Wood to it, we gon' trap to it Party hard music, get drunk to it" Girls fixin' makeup in the mirror to it All the athletes walking out to it World my music, worldwide music Upper echelon, G5 music How could I leave y'all back like that without one more? Y'all was with me every show, all around the globe Every minute in the studio, fans Y'all became my best friends, this is God's plan Y'all encouraged me to be woke, encouraged me to eat right Y'all energy kept me afloat Y'all stuck with me through my marriage Y'all was with me wrong or right Y'all was with me all the way, how could I throw that away? How could I forget them lonely Nights starving, y'all put food on my plate I was in a lonely place, y'all showed me a way Y'all told me keep making music, boy, put down that dirty K I listened to every word, now I showed my whole hood the way Flocka Accountant still ain't got caught cheating Chasin' dreams, shaking off demons The other side get the worst treatment Fall through my marriage, tell me won't leave me Shit hard right now, going through it Shit hard right now, going through it Fell out with my dawg over music Hundred mil', I'm walking to it They like, "Don't retire, we love your music When your new shit drop, we gon' turn up to it Burn a 'Wood to it, we gon' trap to it Party hard music, get drunk to it" Girls fixin' makeup in the mirror to it All the athletes walking out to it World my music, worldwide music Upper echelon, G5 music My first time in the booth Swear to God, they start laughing at me I ain't give a damn, I was rappin' tacky Six months later, had my first show And I ain't never look back, nine summers in a row I brought Chaz and Dunk to every show Them So Icey Boys, niggas know I'm talkin' Wooh, French, and Juiceman Guc' fresh out in the Mulsanne I'm on the side in that Ghost, mane Bricksquad, we run the game Them Bricksquad niggas run the game The ego kicked in with the fame Guc' and Juice started beefin' Wooh and Frenchie barely rappin' Where that left me, where that left me? Stuck in the ghetto with all of my niggas Every concert, I brought all my niggas Jumping in the crowd, acting wild, young niggas We was chasing our dream, we ain't never had shit Came from the bottom, now all of us rich Diamonds gon' glist' on our neck and our wrists You niggas know y'all not living like this, squad Accountant still ain't got caught cheating Chasin' dreams, shaking off demons The other side get the worst treatment Fall through my marriage, tell me won't leave me Shit hard right now, going through it Shit hard right now, going through it Fell out with my dawg over music Hundred mil', I'm walking to it They like, "Don't retire, we love your music When your new shit drop, we gon' turn up to it Burn a 'Wood to it, we gon' trap to it Party hard music, get drunk to it" Girls fixin' makeup in the mirror to it All the athletes walking out to it World my music, worldwide music Upper echelon, G5 music

(Intro) I'm a get money nigga man Aye you know You know about it Flocka! (Hook x2) I said I'm hood rich, just counted 300 cash 2-40 on the dash, the fool see the locks well kiss my ass smash Kick yo do' with no mask for that fuckin cash dump Co-operate, that bank robbin nigga sellin swag uh (Verse) Rap done, slow done So I'm layin niggas down Brick Squad monopoly, we movin like the gardens Porn star, lucky you about it I'm Clayton County, Jurassic Park We don't play fair, we just shoot, no karate Niggas say they lookin for me, it ain't hard to find me I'm always in the hood, fuck a hater getting money Extendos in our clips, blue tints double F in them 50 clips, these niggas in trouble Ductape em, shout out to my nigga Alley Boy I'm from Clayton County Riverdale, you know we ridin boy Rob a nigga, rob a nigga, tie his ass up Got them bands on a nigga, my fen on my brigs truck (Hook x2) I said I'm hood rich, just counted 300 cash 2-40 on the dash, the fool see the locks well kiss my ass smash Kick yo do' with no mask for that fuckin cash dump Co-operate, that bank robbin nigga sellin swag uh (Verse) I fuck yo bitch and beat yo ass, you can call me Jazz Knock you out with one punch, call Killie B Too many are shot out, shout out to the ODG We got it locked from west side to CP You know, you know Them hoes get on the floor You know, you know How a nigga get on the flow That bell with his mouth nigga, come sleepin on the couch nigga Think I want, there's a drop nigga These numbers high, gotta get em at ya Steal from strong I cut your fingers off All for one, we all the boys Pop his bands like Tylenols Down south nigga born up north What yo cause baby what it do? I'm P Funky so don't move Fuck her good, gold dick BS'in my alumni bitch (Hook x2) I said I'm hood rich, just counted 300 cash 2-40 on the dash, the fool see the locks well kiss my ass smash Kick yo do' with no mask for that fuckin cash dump Co-operate, that bank robbin nigga sellin swag uh (Outro) You know! You know! Lay that nigga down You know! You know! Lay that nigga down yea Lay that nigga down yea Lay that nigga down Three letters, BSM bitch Ball!