[Hook] I can be real nice, or I can be real mean I can get down and dirty, or I could be real clean I can get real quiet, or I could be real loud Might just walk inside the club and just spazz out b**hes errywhere when I spazz out Bottles here and there when I spazz out Money everywhere when I spazz out Then I pa**ed out [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] Seven chains on me (Flex!) I could be Mr. T (Flex!) My boys got no limit I could be Master P (Flocka!) I'm so f**in' G (Uh!) b**hes after me (Flocka!) Paparazzi flashin' cameras, they all over me (Flocka!) I could be drinkin' brown (What else?) I could be drinkin' white (Oh, what?) Bottom triple cup, drinkin' mud plus ice Shawty, don't lose your life Choose your words right You could be in the ground with worms, n***as and ground mice [Hook] [Verse 2: Chill Will] These days I look at everything sideways Custom street funds got them broads lookin' my way They know Chill Will all about his dividends Swag president, drug evidence I'm a computer with this now so call me Dow Jones When I compute her with your headlight in my zone I done seen some things, touched some things you've never touched I can roll the dice, hit numbers you ain't never bought [Hook] [Verse 3: P Smurf] I ain't choose the game, the game chose me So, I been playin' in the game since I was three feet My girl wash my clothes, and O's fallin' out my jeans Good thing she ain't find it went behind the wa' machine Between the devil and God, I don't know who to thank So I just try to get money, I don't care who to bank You oughta be glad I ain't robbin' and stealin' Cause what I'm dealin', it got the palms of my hands peelin' [Hook]