[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Can't follow no n***a, I ain't never meet my pops
Red dots all on him, he'll think he had the chicken pox
Beef, I nicknamed it Chaz
Put little bruh on you, then you know that's your ass
Closed caskets, you little dumb motherfucker
Flexing ice, throwing bands, catch me at the Rucker
Money talks, n***a, call me Chris Tucker
Run up on me, then you a dead motherfucker
You know my company, Brick Squad Monopoly
They love our fucking swag, why these pussies copy me?
All in VIP, I'm trying to smoke about a key
He could say anything, don't put your hands on me
Waka Flocka

[Chorus: Slim Dunkin]
We banned from the club, security guards scared
Bands on your head, couple bands, you'd be dead
We banned from the club, security guards scared
Bands on your head, couple bands, you'd be dead
Bands on bands on bands on me
Grams on grams on grams on me
Strapped up I got that blam on me
Bet nann n***a put they hands on me
Bands on bands on bands on me
Grams on grams on grams on me
Strapped up I got that blam on me
Bet nann n***a put they hands on me