[Verse 1: GreekDaGod]
Anit no party without Greek
Catch me in da streets, rolling with elites
Ooo you sleep on me, the reaper you will meet
Its domes day if u meet me, your flow not even knee deep
So catch me up in my homie jeep
M.j , Tyson , Jordan games 6,  my flow raw yall PG
Haters watching me like t.v. im going in low key
By the time you realize its over B
Yall n***as  not in the same league
Im outta space im hard reach

[Hook: Future]
Talking 'bout you popping tags, n***a you ain't bought shit
Talking bout a hunned bottles, n***a you ain't popped shit
All you talk nana clips, n***a you ain't shot shit
Spending money on these hoes, n***a you ain't fuck shit

[Verse 1: Drake]
Took n***as out the hood like I'm from there
So you know it's all good when I come there
I hear you talk about your city like you run that
And I brought my tour to your city, you my son there n***a
But I had to come through for the remix
On my haven’t done a verse in 8 weeks shit
And if a n***a say my name, he the hot shit
But if I say the n***a name, he still the hot shit
Fucked up, lucky I don't feed into the gossip
N***as act like they don't know, but they should know
Yeah, I just think it's funny how they dangling the bait
But I'm the one that's killing n***as on the hooks though
And n***as ain't got a grill, still ice grill hating
I know y'all already know Mike Will Made It
Just looking at the numbers, n***a, I feel amazing
I call Michael Jordan up and Mike will make it
I'm the young rap n***a with the 'Melo deal
You need to come to OVO for a better deal
Just know a million ain't shit once you get a mill
And n***as say it’s all good, that’s how you better feel
N***a nah, fuck that, this year I'm talking big stuff
Rolling through the city like a young n***a bricked up
Fuck n***as gon' be fuck n***as
That's why we never give a fuck when a fuck n***a switched up

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
If money talk then your pockets ain't saying shit
I'm in the bathroom getting head from your bitch
And I ain't paying her shit
You want beef? You don't know who you playing with
I tell my pilot to land the jet
I'm hopping off, get 'em, we popping off
Give a click and you n***as dead where you standing at
I'm just a trippy n***a smoking on cabbage
Your money funny like Jim Carrey
I got bitches that's super bad like Halle
And we still keeping that white like Barry
I'm a rich n***a, still keep a pistol with me
N***a you ain't fuckin' with a picture of me
I got all this cake and shooters with me
Just in case you pussy n***as try to get you a piece
What it is, my n***a? What it's hittin' for?
Where the car you were whippin' in the video?
Where is the ice at? Where is them pretty hoes?
You a fraud, real n***as already know
Broke ass n***as I can't stand them
I hit 'em with the cannon
I buying out the mall at random
Juicy J that n***a is fresh to death
Smoke till there is nothing left
Bail off and then I'm ghost in my Phantom

[Hook]