(feat. Gucci Mane, PeeWee Longway)
[Hook: Young Thug]
Me get you in Nigeria
Take a trip to Jamaica
Smoking weed from Nigeria
Take a look in the mirror
All I see is a millionaire
Take a trip to Siberia
Oh so cold in Siberia
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
You know take all the city
Like I got keys know this here
Young Thug is frigid
My flow is hot like a motherf**ing sk**et
When I look at myself look like a million ticket
Rich Gang baby
I drove my momma crazy
Then I went brazy
1017 try to make me
Like a motherf**ing baby
Still blowing trust funds, all hundreds
On a n***a hun and a n***a son
I'm fly as a motherf**er
Put my cape on
Oh yeah
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
b**h can’t tell me nothing
n***a can’t tell me nothing else
Got 2 mill on me right now
You can have money and still wouldn’t know how
2 punch in my back pot, b**h you hit the jackpot
b**h get with these half gats
You f**in with them half knots
I’m the type of n***a drop cash on em
He the type of n***a go half on it
I ain't trying to run a tab on it cause the a** so fat, gotta grab on it
Yeah Gucci man it’s the boss hunned
I don’t drive cars that’s all sunny
Got a Charger cost more than a Maybach
So I know my homeboy Rick Ross want it
And they call me like 2 hunned
I 223 2 snow bunnies
The difference my car your car
My car cost way more money
Thank shot he got dome called
Let they call me no money
That young n***a my real dog
He’ll do anything for me
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Peewee Longway]
Do you know what I do to you
Plet your b**h from you
Turn her shoes into Jimmy Choo
Early in the morning, sipping mud is what players do
Take her down, sla** them
Let her know that my side blue
And let her shoot my busses
Baby tell em before noon
You making boss moves, damn girl
What you tryina do
Is how a boss move, the better ...for you
And now the a**, that fendi dress a little nice on you
With all this cash, I never want I spend on you
Take a flight just to f** on you
San francisco, just smoke cookies
And if I always talk, I might bust on you
And you ain’t getting your money
And you might wanna watch your lady
I’m on molly tryina f** me something
Got a whole lot of og bags in
And I ain’t worried bout nothing