[Verse 1: French Montana]
Hit that block like twelve bundles
Now a n***a G-5 tell number
Reduce a fade, shades twelve hundred
You know a n***a hot, b**h, twelve summers
Ghost boy, thirty-four motherf**ing show boy
Yeah, on the motherf**ing road, boy
Chef on the motherf**ing stove, boy, Coke Boy
Started from the lockout, now buy the block out
Started from a dropout
Now I bring that drop out
Hundred clip, small car, bad b**h, p**n star
Get money like an athlete, f** you thought?
[Hook (x2): Waka Flocka Flame]
Man, them f** boys know
Ain't no wins over here
We gon' fight and f**ing shoot 'til our souls disappear
f** next year, it's 'bout now, n***a
Disrespect coming, knock you down, n***a
He bleed like me, scared of no n***a
Call me anything but a broke n***a
[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]
Tripping off a molly, wish a f** n***a try me
Tony got ru's in New York, California, and Raleigh
Too turnt, bad b**hes all in to party
Playing with they nose, yeah, they high off that Bobby
Sorry, you broke and I got money
Flexed hard on 'em with the blood-red Rari
Young boss sh**, can't run a Maserati
Every day call fly spirit in an Audi
Free throw, and one, two hands n***a, Elijah Thomas, n***a
Run that sh** the f** back
I'm from where the boys get rowdy
Disrespect me get your head on a bounty
No p**y n***a, just real n***as around me
Keep your head above water before a n***a drown me
Doubt me, that's a no-no n***a
Love my boys, no h*mo, n***a
Pulled up, no mask, dolo no n***a
Bank account with me never solo, n***a
Led a couple shots, now he holding his, n***a
Waka Flocka Flame show rapping more realer
Run down Grove feeling like Godzilla
808 blunts, inhaling that k**er
You tripping
Can't stand up on Xans
Cooking dope with no frying pans
Yeah, it taste good, no Auntie Anne's
You see that flag hanging out my pants
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Frenchie]
Flocka, that blunt, n***a, you need to pa** it
BSM forever macking
Throw it up, n***a, what's cracking?
What's happening?
I'm walking inside of that club and I'm getting that strapping
Speed action
So if I said that I'm gon' no need for you asking
BSM all about a check
You might hate us but you gon' show respect
n***a wanna act like hoes
I'ma show you how that p**y get wet
You ain't 'bout that life
But you stay talking like you think you is
I got all this ice
It's a frozen day when I throw my wrists
n***as f**ing your chick
It's more sell than it gets
Fight me over some money
n***a, don't shoot me over no b**h
Frenchie all on his sh**
You iced up, you a lick
Bands will make her dance
But this forty'll make you strip
Yeah
[Hook]