[Intro: Future]
Ayy!
Ayy!
Ayy!
Ayy!
(Ear Drummers)
(Mike WiLL Made-It)
Ayy!
Ayy!
Ayy!
Ayy!
Shit!

[Chorus: Future]
Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, n***a, you ain't bought shit
Talkin' 'bout a hunnid bottles, n***a, you ain't popped shit
All you talk 'nana clips, n***a, you ain't shot shit
Spending money on these hoes, n***a, you ain't fuck shit

[Verse 1: Drake]
Took n***as out the hood like I'm from there
So you know it's all good when I come there
I hear you talk about your city like you run that
And I brought my tour to your city, you my son there, n***a
But I had to come through for the remix
On my haven’t-done-a-verse-in-eight-weeks shit
And if a n***a say my name, he the hot shit
But if I say the n***a name, he still the hot shit
Fucked up, lucky I don't feed into the gossip
N***as act like they don't know, but they should know
Yeah, I just think it's funny how they dangling the bait
But I'm the one that's killing n***as on the hooks, though
And n***as ain't got a grill, still ice-grill hating
I know y'all already know Mike Will Made It
Just looking at the numbers, n***a, I feel amazing
I'll call Michael Jordan up and Mike will make it
I'm the young rap n***a with the 'Melo deal
You need to come to OVO for a better deal
Just know a million ain't shit once you get a mil'
And n***as say it’s all good
That’s how you better feel, n***a, nah!
Fuck that, this year I'm talking big stuff
Rolling through the city like a young n***a bricked up
Fuck n***as gon' be fuck n***as
That's why we never gave a fuck
When a fuck n***a switched up, damn!
[Chorus: Future & Juicy J]
Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, n***a, you ain't bought shit
Talkin' 'bout a hunnid bottles, n***a, you ain't popped shit
All you talk 'nana clips, n***a, you ain't shot shit
Spending money on these hoes, n***a, you ain't fuck shit
Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags (Shit!), n***a, you ain't bought shit (Shit!)
Talkin' 'bout a hunnid bottles (Shit!), n***a, you ain't popped shit (Shit!)
All you talk 'Nana clips (Shit!), n***a, you ain't shot shit (Shit!)
Spending money on these hoes (Shit!), n***a, you ain't fuck shit (Shit!)
Mike-Will Made It! Let's get it! (Ma-fi-UH!)

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
If money talk then your pockets ain't saying shit
I'm in the bathroom getting head from yo' bitch
And I ain't paying her shit
You want beef? You don't know who you playing with (Hey!)
I tell my pilot to land the jet (Hey!)
I'm hopping off, get 'em, we popping off (Hey!)
Give a click and you n***as dead where you standing at (Hey!)
I'm just a trippy n***a smoking on cabbage
Your money funny like Jim Carrey
I got a bitch and she super bad like Halle
And we still keeping that white like Barry
I'm a rich n***a, still keep a pistol with me
N***a, you ain't fuckin' with a picture of me
I got all this cake and shooters with me
Just in case you pussy n***as try to get you a piece
What it is, my n***a? What it's hittin' for? (Hey!)
Where the car you were whippin' in you video? (Hey!)
Where the ice at, n***a? Where them pretty hoes? (Hey!)
You a fraud, real n***as already know (Hey!)
Broke-ass n***as, I can't stand 'em (Hey!)
I hit 'em with the cannon
I'm buying off the mall at random (Hey!)
Juicy J, that n***a fresh to death (Hey!)
Smoke it 'til it's nothing left
Peel off, then I'm ghost in my Phantom
[Chorus: Future]
Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, n***a, you ain't bought shit
Talkin' 'bout a hunnid bottles, n***a, you ain't popped shit
All you talk 'nana clips, n***a, you ain't shot shit
Spending money on these hoes, n***a, you ain't fuck shit