Hook:
From the cradle to the grave n***a
I'mma be a paid n***a
In a escalade with some thousand dollar shades n***a
Tattoos on my face, that's why people think I'm crazy
But Gucci Mane the realest and all that other sh** fugazi
Hundred K a day sh**
Hundred dollar blunt sh**
You can't wear my shoes unless you make millions every month b**h
Millions every month, b**h
Millions every month, b**h
You can't fill my shoes unless you make millions every month b**h
Verse 1 - V-Nasty:
I'm a hood b**h
Smoke that good sh**
Got a main ho, Hollywood chick
Got a mansion up in the hills
Keep bringing hundreds, I keep counting dollar bills
Ho what you talking?
Go put on them heels!
Go get that p**y why I try to get my deals
She always pimpin so b**h keep yo head down
All work no play, ho I'm in town!
Keep a hundred clips, with a hundred rounds
If you wanna stop me, b**h, you gotta knock me down
With my coke up, with that baking soda
Yeah I got my ho b**h, and she blowin' yola
(Hook)
Verse 2 - Gucci Mane:
Cold hearted like a motherf**in' cobra
I ain't feeling stopped till I get money like Oprah
Brick looks like a n***a froze up utopia
n***as ain't eatin' like the kids in Ethipoia
I know you wanna get me and my money be provoking ya
Time to change your mind, and make your job as b**b of Tokyo
s**a tell no lies and he puffin' that Pinnochio
Still screaming free Boosie my n***a free Papa Joe
Hotter than a hula dancer, colder than an eskimo
If you think you're testin' me, you better eat the both of us
Grab you by by your collar, but I hang you by your testicles
Snitchin' a** n***a know the police was protecting you
(Hook)