[Intro: BossMan Dlow]
(Thanks, Yakree)
Uh
Yeah, yeah
Count that dough, put that over there, let's get it right, you hear me? (Big Za)

[Chorus: BossMan Dlow]
I'm a shit talker, I'm a shit popper (Shit popper)
He got money problems, he ain't got a thousand dollars (Got a thousand dollars)
We some real trappers, we get real active (Real active)
Say your pockets smaller, she only fuck with ballers (Real ballers)
Countin' blue hundreds, then I rubber band it, boy (Rubber band it, boy)
In the club throwin' ones left-handed, boy (Left-handеd, boy)
Let me grab that ass, baby, so I know it's real (Comе here, baby)
Ayy, you broke, boy, you ain't got no business over here (Why you over here?)

[Verse 1: BossMan Dlow]
Rich n***a preference, that's a great selection (Great selection)
Babygirl exhausted, she looking for the bosses (For the bosses)
Neck goin' stupid, wrist too icy, n***a (Bling)
Say she want Louis, say she tired of Nike, n***a (N***a)
Maybach cost a quarter, I'm eatin' steak and oyster (Yeah)
I like Rolls-Royces, got too many choices (Yeah)
You wanna win, call us, wake up, fuck the mall up (N***a)
Every car fogged up and my pockets clogged up (Yeah)
I don't wanna rap with you, boy, I got shit to do (I got shit to do)
Dog shit in a two-seater, this a chicken coupe (This a chicken coupe)
Put a hundred in my mouth, I just left Johnny, huh (Bling, bling)
Big Za in the club, it's a damn tsunami (Big Za)
[Chorus: BossMan Dlow & Gucci Mane]
I'm a shit talker, I'm a shit popper (Shit popper)
He got money problems, he ain't got a thousand dollars (Got a thousand dollars)
We some real trappers, we get real active (Real active)
Say your pockets smaller, she only fuck with ballers (Real ballers)
Countin' blue hundreds, then I rubber band it, boy (Rubber band it, boy)
In the club throwin' ones left-handed, boy (Left-handed, boy)
Let me grab that ass, baby, so I know it's real (Come here, baby)
Ayy, you broke, boy, you ain't got no business over here (Why you over here? Go)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I got real paper, real tall paper (Uh)
I hide my money in the wall, I call it wallpaper (Damn)
I only smoke flavors and all my suits tailored
I got my neighbors mad 'cause my house bigger than my neighbors' (Facts)
I'm a rich n***a, I need a rich bitch
Shorty seen the Wop, she's tryna risk it (Mwah)
Drop-top Ferrari, so you know the top is off (Off)
She say she scared of spiders, so I had to drop her off (Go)
I ain't got no worries, I got rich-n***a problems (Problems)
And when it come to poppin', I'm like Orville Redenbacher (Poppin')
Part-time rapper, full-time shit talker
Can I touch, see if it's real, bae? 'Cause that shit wobblin' (It's Gucci)

[Chorus: BossMan Dlow & Gucci Mane]
I'm a shit talker, I'm a shit popper (Shit popper)
He got money problems, he ain't got a thousand dollars (Got a thousand dollars, well, damn)
We some real trappers, we get real active (Real active, active)
Say your pockets smaller, she only fuck with ballers (Ballers)
Countin' blue hundreds, then I rubber band it, boy (Rubber band it, boy)
In the club throwin' ones left-handed, boy (Left-handed, boy, Wop)
Let me grab that ass, baby, so I know it's real (Come here, baby)
Ayy, you broke, boy, you ain't got no business over here (Why you over here? Go, go, go, go)