[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame]
Uh, uh
Ayy, Gucc' Mane, we good right now, man
Get money, Guzman (Southside)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
It's a white girl in town: name is "cocaine"
It's some dirty birds in town, Gucci Mane & Waka Flame
We fly in, I’m buyin', say you got more birds? You lyin'
You trying and lying, you boys ain't supplying
I pitch like Nolan Ryan, got cocaina frying
My partners stick up kids, they duct tape rope they gon' tie it
In the bushes they lied in all night, that's my word
By the end of the mornin', they left with them birds
And I'm gone off that purp, and I'm slurring my words
I swerved in my Benz, banged my Forgi's on the curb (Damn!)
The lean, the herb, pay me like the 1st
You cross Brick Squad, get hurt, I got work - Gucci!

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame & Gucci Mane]
My homeboys will get you, pay you on the 33rd (Yeaah!)
2 pints of lean'll have me slurring on my words (Words!)
Undertaker car, triple black drop bird (Nyuum)
Stomach full of money, so hundreds I'mma burp ('xcuse me..)
All the hoods love us like the 15th and the 1st (1st)
2 pints of lean'll have me slurring on my words (Words!)
Undertaker car, triple black drop bird (Nyuum)
Stomach full of money, so hundreds I'mma burp ('xcuse me..)
All the hoods love us like the 15th and the 1st (1st)
[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]
Five grand for a head shot
Boy don’t be no Flinstone and get your bedrocked, n***a
Triple red drop, bouncing through the parking lot
Where I'm from, young n***as shooting at the cops (Riverdaleee!)
Where I'm from, they thuggin'
My hood right side, n***a, green flagging
Lay your ass down if you do too much bragging (Hahaha!)
3 K's, 4 Glocks, n***a that's swaggin', uh!
Penalized, then goes the Packer-Man
Rich as hell, you would think I was a cracker, man
I don't know 'em, get ba-ba-back 'em man, fuck 'em then!
Throwin' stacks in club, what that ass do?
Every girl gettin' past you
Send an ambulance on that ass I want that rent due
Robbin every n***a that ain't Hit Squad, Blood or Piru!
FLOCKA!!

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame & Gucci Mane]
My homeboys will get you, pay you on the 33rd (Yeaah!)
2 pints of lean'll have me slurring on my words (Words!)
Undertaker car, triple black drop bird (Nyuum)
Stomach full of money, so hundreds I'mma burp ('xcuse me..)
All the hoods love us like the 15th and the 1st (1st)
2 pints of lean'll have me slurring on my words (Words!)
Undertaker car, triple black drop bird (Nyuum)
Stomach full of money, so hundreds I'mma burp ('xcuse me..)
All the hoods love us like the 15th and the 1st (1st)
[Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame]
Half a million dollar: jury like "fuck that bird!"
N***as screaming they want beef, I'm like "roger that!"
My album didn't sell, so I'm layin' n***as down
Shootin' every n***a that burp, sneeze or fucking frown

[Verse 4: YG Hootie]
40 carats on my bracelet, my Polo black
N***as talking like they want beef, I'm wanting that!
7 grams in this Swisher, I'm gon' solo that
Ridin' 'round with my strap like "where they at?"
All these rap n***as hold us on my Philly hat
You will never be a legend like the Gucci Man
You will never be turnt up like my partner Flock
You n***as hoes, I run your block when them choppers chop

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame & Gucci Mane]
My homeboys will get you, pay you on the 33rd (Yeaah!)
2 pints of lean'll have me slurring on my words (Words!)
Undertaker car, triple black drop bird (Nyuum)
Stomach full of money, so hundreds I'mma burp ('xcuse me..)
All the hoods love us like the 15th and the 1st (1st)
2 pints of lean'll have me slurring on my words (Words!)
Undertaker car, triple black drop bird (Nyuum)
Stomach full of money, so hundreds I'mma burp ('xcuse me..)
All the hoods love us like the 15th and the 1st (1st)