[Intro]

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I'm a money getting n***a
At least that's just what I'm known for
You better call on my connect
And ask him what he put me on for
I heard ya n***as ballin'
Then why the fuck you take a loan for
Better get the fuck out East Atlanta
You n***as know you don't belong here
All my n***as smoking strong here
We don't talk reckless on the phone here
A lot of cliques don't get along here
Bricksquad my nig, we rock our own gear
I'm on the crib sitting on my lawn chair
I hope you don't read me wrong
But if I go pull out that tone dear
I bet that you don't make it home
I'm in the trap house with my long johns
And I been trapping all day long
They call me baking soda Armstrong
Before it dry that shit be gone

[Hook: Gucci Mane & Meek Mill]
I'm a money getting n***a (money getting n***a!)
Atleast that's just what I'm known for (that's just what I'm known for!)
You better call up my connect (my connect!)
And ask him what he put me on for (what he put me on for!)
I heard ya n***as ballin' (ballin!)
Then why the fuck you take a loan for (loan for!)
(You better stay up out of Philly n***a
You know you pussies don't belong here!
Meek Milly!)
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Rose gold on my bottom six, half a mil on foreign whips
I'm in the wheel with a foreign bitch
I'm on the bra strap, she on this dick
Just bow down you lame, your diamonds look strange
I'm grinding like Wayne
When he on that skateboard, I'm safe!
N***a your new girl, my old bitch
My old bitch, your new girl
Young lil rich Philly n***a
Them hoes tell me I'm too thorough
I don't even fuck one on one
Cause when I come, I need two girls
That's down to fuck like all night
Get them bitches that hard pipe
Ridin' with with a ho named Keisha
And we smoking on Keisha
Young n***a fresh like Easter
Blood dripping on my sneakers
Straight drop I stick that
I sell a brick, I get back
That Molly look like a Tic Tac
And I tell a ho that shit back like Whoa!

[Hook]
[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
I drop a bag on yo' head n***a
And they'll locate yo' ass like OnStar
I ain't have to buy shit n***a
My n***a Waka got his own car
You on my dick, like you a bitch n***a
Why don't you go and quote yo' own bars
And I don't want to go back to jail n***a
But you gon' make me catch one more charge
I could look and tell you're frail n***a
But you keep on tryna to look hard
Your friends keep asking "what's the smell n***a?"
That's your motherfucking homeboys

[Hook]