[Intro]
[Hook: Lil Chris]
All these n***as got they hands out
But I don't owe you boys a damn thing
Shawty know I got them bands now
But I won't give that hoe a damn thing
I like mix match and designer
But today I'm polo everything
n***as say what they gonn do to me
But I ain't worried bout a damn thang
[Verse 1: Lil Chris]
My n***a Radio home now
So we bout to do this damn thing
Pop a flat and grab a couple guns
Gets some dope and pop some champagne
All my n***as off alot of d**
The block fiesta we don't need a plug
Take her back to the condo
If you ain't f**in why you came for
Hoe you must not know my name hoe
Im KTG look at my chain hoe
My n***a Haitian off the zan lean
And he just popped him like 2 more beans
Shoutout Trone Trone he a murder scene
Like f** new n***as I got my own team
Don't need no help I do my own thing
So I don't owe you boys a damn thing
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Lil Chris]
Thinkin bout life and I'm thinkin bout money
Thinkin bout haters they treatin me funny
These b**hes don't love me they on me cause money
These n***as don't know they callin me homie
They callin me bro but I know that they phony
Sneak dissin me make them fools catch a body
I'm well connected like I'm luminati
Waxing your hoe like I'm Mr. Miyagi
She f** me and s** me and doin it sloppy
I'm smokin that broccoli and rollin off flats
f**in them hoes and runnin through checks
You beatin her down you read my text
These n***as be hatin they know I got next
I'm up in them bands they know I got bred
Stackin them stacks I'm doin my thing
I ball like I'm Mike I own my team
So just fall back before the .45 hit all that
Sneak dissin f** around get you on the ground
M.I.C so K-Town KTG that's what I rep
Lil Chris crazy throwin up my set
Like my belly, my pockets fat
Real facts I'm with that
Rib count got no feel
Ridin round with a hundred years
2013 this our year, this our year
And I worried about a damn thing
And I owe you boys a damn thang
[Hook]