[Intro: Young Jeezy]
Yeah, first up shouts out to Louisiana n***as
Yeah, yo Boosie I was thinkin' I lost a lot of homeboys
A whole lot of money and I'm still here n***a
[Hook]
You better believe it
You better believe it
You better believe it (my money don't fold I'm gettin' this dough)
You better believe it
You better believe it
You better believe it (always stay true stick to the G code)
You better believe it
(I'mma stay on the grind get mine like a real n***a should)
You better believe it
(I'mma still be me be the same OG who puts it down for the hood)
You better believe it
(I'mma rep my block every city, every town, everywhere I go)
You better believe it
(That's if you didn't know) you better believe it
[Verse 1: Lil' Boosie]
Ladies and gentlemen it's Boosie Boo
King of Louisiana I been the truth
If you don't know betta ask somebody
I am the show and the after party
I'm stacking dough
Ain't gotta sell crack no mo, still on my grind
Got a lot of kids at home
Gotta get it on
Late night to the early morn'
Fifty grand in my pants like Ivy Smith
Give back to the hood like Nino Brown
Neck kind of freezy boy believe me
You can playa hate but take it easy
We done got the streets
Me and Jeezy learned from the game how to stack the breezy
Got love from the hood so it's all good
We both gonna eat
Me and Jeezy
Riding down the highway (Zoom zoom)
Forty-five on the side me (Boom boom)
Bad chick on side me (Ooh ohh)
She rollercoaster ride me (Whoa)
In the projects where ya find me
I got the hood behind me
My records selling out the stores now
My money don't fold now
You best believe it
They feeling me from Alaska to Tennessee
From the east to the west coast I smoke on the best smoke
We pushing Lambos, Phantoms, and Bentley coupes now
People hollerin' out the windown
"Hey Boosie, you got the juice now!
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
Stack brick on top of brick
Yeah laid my foundation till I built my house
And it was mixtape after mixtapes
And then the next thing you know I was runnin' the South
Streets introduced me to the trap
See that wasn't enough see I wanted the world
And that's about the time my album dropped
And the next thing you know I was pullin' the world
Who ya think ya is b**h, one of the girls
See ya a** in ya jeans makes me wonder girl
I'mma super n***a need a cape for me
Real street n***as they relate to me
A big disappointment I would hate to be
In the wrong place at the wrong time
In the wrong line with the wrong man
Right car with the wrong thang
Can't tell me sh** I'mma a grown man
Sixteen years old with a old thang
Same clothes for days, same spot for months
Two AKs and a box of blunts
If it's money you want, then it's money you get
Ya hang out with the boy then it's money you get
Ya ever believe that I'd ever believe
That I'd ever achieve what I ever achieved
[Verse 3: Webbie]
Stop this b**h let me tell the world something
From the bottom to the top, shoulda seen that sh**
Me and my lil' thug gotta it from the mud
Every thang I spit I really mean that sh**
It's crazy ain't it
Hard to explain it
I done got famous
All I did was bring it
The Savage Life behind the mic
Now everybody hollerin' about Trill Entertainment
Rest in peace Pimp C
I scream that sh** every time I do shows
You put me on and I ain't forget
So for my n***a I gotta f** two hoes
Whatever y'all mean I ain't got cream
If ya see me in the hood don't think I can't leave
When I was nineteen I really had whole mill
These other lil' n***as just sellin' ya'll dreams
I ain't through yet, I done done at all
But I got a lot of stuff I ain't get to do yet
I f**ed up, I ain't make it through school
Wanna see if my kids gonna make it through that
From Miami to L.A. back to Manhatten where the big cake
From Baton Rouge
I done did it go ahead admit it I'mma the sh** hey
And I don't care what a b**h say
I'mma be like this till I get gray
And I ain't puttin' no rims on it
When it's five hundred ya ride factory
The new album is on the way
When it's the real deal ya know ya gotta wait
Bad Azz gonna act a dog a** and ya'll already know this
[Hook]