[Verse 1: Yo Gotti] I was bumpin' that 50 Cent Then popped in that trap or die Just finished a blunt of kush Oh boy now I'm really high I was sipping that Rozay Malt Bumpin' that Carter III I just may be paranoid Or somebody's following me That's why I don't like to smoke Why I don't like to drink While listening to that gangsta sh** If I'm so pie a n***a think I jumped in my ??? Popped in my n***a plies Stopped by Grandma house got the choppa' Now b**hes turned around Onto North Memphis turnin corners Trunk full of marijuanna 650 for a pound Right now if a n***a want em Went to ten-five percent Ac blowin' out the vents ??? Dawg I'm just tryna pay the rent I stopped by the corner store Bought me some sandwich bags Box of that baking soda Headed back to the lab Just got the phone call Plug say the made it in Say they gone front me 20 If I can pay for 10 Tell them to drop the price Pay for them all today 450 thou' sitting back on they way (Money machine whirs and beeps) (450. It's all there) (Very good. I'll see you next time) My credit score super good A'int talkin' no equifax I.R.S. on these n***as They bout to get super taxed We like the secret service We only speak in codes A whole notha' language homie Some sh** you will never know