[Chorus]
Choppa and it got the beam attached, ayy
Slidin' in the Beamer while I'm thumbin' through them racks, ayy
With my señorita, she be countin' up that sack, ayy
These brand new Givenchy shoes, they cost a stack, ayy
I be high as hell, I'm in the sky, I'm smokin' thrax, ayy
All my friends are dead, but I got VLONE on my back, ayy
In the AMG, but I'ma drive it like a Track, ayy
Huntin' for that paper, gotta get it where it's at, ayy

[Verse]
I'm on the hunt (I'm on the hunt, ayy)
Engine in the back, trunk in the front (Trunk in the front)
Smokin' exotic, I stuff five grams in the blunt (Five grams in the blunt)
And don't talk to me if it ain't 'bout no money (If it ain't 'bout no money)
Walk inside the bank, smell like a piece, I got the onion
Pull up in the tank like Master P and leave it runnin'
All this gold on like Mister T, I look like money
Take the roof off and feel the breeze when it get sunny
Ridin' with a chop stick and that bitch can hold a hundred
That bitch come from WrestleMania, a stone cold stunner
All the shit I spit be hot, shit be hotter than a sauna
I just pulled up in a drop, that bitch sit up like a Hummer (Gone)

[Chorus]
Choppa and it got the beam attached, ayy
Slidin' in the Beamer while I'm thumbin' through them racks, ayy
With my señorita, she be countin' up that sack, ayy
These brand new Givenchy shoes, they cost a stack, ayy
I be high as hell, I'm in the sky, I'm smokin' thrax, ayy
All my friends are dead, but I got VLONE on my back, ayy
In the AMG, but I'ma drive it like a Track, ayy
Huntin' for that paper, gotta get it where it's at, ayy