[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]