(Intro)
Oh yea?
That's how you feel huh young n***as?
You gon pull up in that motherf**in Foreign like that there
50 grand in yo motherf**in pocket with that bad b**h
(Hook)
Got damn, got damn
Why you do em like that? Got damn
(Wutchu mean?)
How you pull up in the Porsche? 9-11 oh Lord
With a bad b**h with me and her a** so full
Got damn, got damn
Hundred thousand for the Rollie, got damn
All these diamonds in my chain, 30 bottles on the way
KOD in magic city, 50k I make it rain
Got damn!
(Verse: Ace Hood)
Steppin out tonight I think I'm bout to make a movie
Drop in the Phantom, whippin bumpin Lil Boosie
b**h I gotta checkout, just went by the whole club
Took bout 20 thousand dollars, I just call it showin love
Big money n***a, quarter millie on the juice
Ballin like a b**h, I made the ESPN news
Home boy, you can never play me for a fool
Keep a Mr. Fix It with me, that's who keep the tool
I say now good Lord, look at shorty, there she hall a**
Bet your money she gon f** me for that brown bag
I said I'm too gone off that liquor, turned up - n***a you trippin
That P Ciroc in my system, blew 10 racks as I'm different
(Hook)
Got damn, got damn
Why you do em like that? Got damn
(Wutchu mean?)
How you pull up in the Porsche? 9-11 oh Lord
With a bad b**h with me and her a** so full
Got damn, got damn
Hundred thousand for the Rollie, got damn
All these diamonds in my chain, 30 bottles on the way
KOD in magic city, 50k I make it rain
Got damn!
(Verse: Plies)
I was in the trap, cracker kicked in the do'
I was in the room, I was beatin a ho
Crack a ice mean n***a where the snow
Told them probly in Alaska, cracker where it snow?
This Christmas, I'mma buy 100 Chevy
And gave em all away to all the young n***as
Got a funny feeling, I'mma whack me a rapper
Get on TV plat crazy, like oh no what happened?
Asked me did I f** his girlfriend, I told him I don't remember
Now did she s** me? That's a strong possibility
Hit him with the 9, he got his sh** wacked
10 racks p**y and I sell your chain back
(Hook)
Got damn, got damn
Why you do em like that? Got damn
(Wutchu mean?)
How you pull up in the Porsche? 9-11 oh Lord
With a bad b**h with me and her a** so full
Got damn, got damn
Hundred thousand for the Rollie, got damn
All these diamonds in my chain, 30 bottles on the way
KOD in magic city, 50k I make it rain
Got damn!
(Verse: Ace Hood)
Okay now fat black ‘Maro, b**hes call me Bruce Wayne
Crib big it's Wal-Mart, n***a that's a shame
And I keep a shooter, call that boy Dwayne Wade
Once them n***as p**y lucky, I don't call names
Catch me pullin up in that, Lord have mercy, thank You Jesus
Probly with a freak, her name Tameeka, she's a skeezer
Audemar bottles, til tomorrow Rose
Dope boy swag, ol Rollie and some J's
I be wailin on you n***as, stylin on you n***as
Go and cop a whippin, then I Instagram a picture
What yo money like? What dip dope cheddar over
My paper long, b**h etcetera, etcetera
Get it!
(Hook)
Got damn, got damn
Why you do em like that? Got damn
(Wutchu mean?)
How you pull up in the Porsche? 9-11 oh Lord
With a bad b**h with me and her a** so full
Got damn, got damn
Hundred thousand for the Rollie, got damn
All these diamonds in my chain, 30 bottles on the way
KOD in magic city, 50k I make it rain
Got damn!