[Intro: Ludacris]
You got ludacris right here
The multimillion dollar man
Introducing you to Playaz Circle
Tity Boy and Dolla Boy, right?
But Imma go first, check me out

[Verse 1: Ludacris]
I'm back up in the mix again
Back up in the 6 again
Not a [?] rapper, but use more rubbers than Michelin
I won my court battle, now I'm smoking a joint
I spent half a million dollars just to prove a fucking point
Now back up in your face again
Back up in the place again
So what I'm out of court? itch, I'm back up on the [?] again
Ready to sell another couple million records
Fans ready to write another couple million letters
Like "Luda, how I get to you?
Luda, Imma get to you
Luda, you a monster, what the fucks gotten into you?"
I tell 'em "life is a bitch and a half
Whether I'm rich as fuck now, I was rich in the passed"
So all you foney ass n***as, get kicked in the ass
Tryna rap against my crew [?] throw your shit in the trash
Kill your whole reputation, and bury your dreams
Just cause I know that things ain't always what they motherfucking seem
[Verse 2: Dolla Boy]
The name's Dolla, but you can call me D.A.1
Just beat another case, like I'm the D.A.'s son
And we ain't done, and we ain't from
Where you from
And this ain't fun, you better keep your gun
On you, in case a case catch up
No way that you can jack us
[?] 3 months, then it's time to pack up
DTP Duffle Bag, don't need no other back up
'Bout to eat another budget, still a hundred racks up
So I tell the [?] "I want that one"
No problem, my partners'll [?] one
Don't make me act dumb
It gets crazy, raising this AK if he try to play me
I'm from the Southside, where we move blocks daily
And keep the aditude like fuck you pay me

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
If I hit the trap, man, it's back to the basics
The way a n***a rapping, I'm showing signs of greatness
Switched the grill [?] Chevy, that's a face lift
I heard a ho said out the crew, I'm her favorite
You know I bring the pain, when I bring the dames
She don't wanna fuck me, she wanna fuck my chain
I don't wanna fuck her, I wanna fuck her friend
Plus I got a stupid check in these Gucci jeans
Fill up my Gucci bag, man, I hustle hard
Don't you see the 26's on the muscle car?
I'm in the mix at a topless bar
When I pull up, I hop out the front of a topless ar
You know I'm poppin off, poppin tags
When I hit the dealership, let 'em know that I'm droppin cash
Duffle Bag Boys, Dolla and Titi Boy
On Munday night, you can call me Magic City Boy