[Intro: Juicy J]
You n***as gon have to start
Watchin' your mothafuckin back
Real shit

[Chorus: Juicy J]
A gun plus a mask, you do the math
All my goons know, that equals cash
All my goons know, that equals cash
All my goons know, that equals cash
A gun plus a mask, that equals cash
So if you're fucked up down to your last
A gun and a mask gon get ya cash
A gun plus a mask, you do the math
All my goons know, that equals cash

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
What you know about it n***a this that goon shit
AK sweep a n***a house without a broomstick
So n***a come up of that bag, or them pistols blast
With the choppa at yo house lyin in the grass
They'll rob a n***a blind if they doin bad
Duct tape around the handle they don't use a mag
So tell em where its at, don't tell em no more lies
Line yo family up against the wall, and open fire
All you trap n***as are victims, jackers gon catch you slippin
Feeling yourself, flashin and stuntin, n***as gon' come up missin'
You trappers gon drop off that cash, you see em out here they hurtin
That gun to your back it’s a robbery, n***a now don’t make it a murder
Too late to talk when the shit hit the fan
Got choppas on deck, more drums than a band
Gun a n***a down, leave em where he stands
Highway to hell, n***a better start praying
[Chorus: Juicy J]
A gun plus a mask, you do the math
All my goons know, that equals cash
All my goons know, that equals cash
All my goons know, that equals cash
A gun plus a mask, that equals cash
So if you're fucked up down to your last
A gun and a mask gon get ya cash
A gun plus a mask, you do the math
All my goons know, that equals cash

[Bridge: Juicy J]
Walk up to your house knock on your door, and blow your ass off
Drop it off, drop it off, bitch I got a sawed-off
Bitch I got a sawed-off
Walk up to your house, knock on your door, and blow your ass off
Drop it off, drop it off, bitch I got a sawed-off
Bitch I got a sawed-off

[Verse 2: Yelawolf]
They telling me Yela don't swing, look buddy don't worry bout me
If you in my lane, you end up in a drainage ditch with the snakes and the leeches
Not a single mothafucka out here want it, cause I never did shit but me
Its about time that I said it, hey would I regret it we'll see
Yelawolf, I am a loose cannon, ask David Banner how deep
I was born and raised in this shit, momma I got manners bout me
But I'll get dirty if I gotta get dirtier than a mothafuckin piranha up in a Alabama creek
I'm hotter than you in the middle of the summer
Sitting in a sauna under the sun up in a Alabama street, shit
Rockin rollin' I got noted, I'm going up yeah I'm going
Fuck with my dreams and my people I got that poetry loaded
My soul is sold, and they sold it, street told and quoted
I leave that potato smoking, look bitch don't think that I'm jokin'
Click, POW!