[Intro: Proof, Salam Wreck & Famous]
Go
Don't make me have to shoot ya
If you're a gangsta we'll recruit ya
I.F. is the future (Wreck!)
[?]
Don't make me have to shoot ya
If you're a gangsta we'll recruit ya
I.F. is the future

[Verse 1: Proof]
We getting money, ain't no problem, the bling bling is sting kings
To lock down the booth like Sing Sing n***a
My name well known like Wingdings
If anything holler at a player for them pills or green greens
In the D we all packing, don't run up wrong
We don't say "What up kid?" we say "What up dog?"
In the club we say "Shut up broad!"
In the spot yo we cut up raw, crew about a hundred strong
One hit song away from that private jet
Nothing but G's around my eyes and necks
Playboys get you wise and check
Her pantyline is wet like a bitch that's just high off X
Mine done said seven figures this year
This is here, it's clear, every girl right here move that rear
Hit this, shake it down, tits and bun
Yeah I'm rich and young, bitch I hope you play your [written?] ones
[Chorus: Proof]
We all got dreams to live it up, Grey Goose and Belve? (Pretty much)
I'm just tryna get rich as fuck, Red Rose on nectar? (Pretty much)
You know you got that big ol' butt, got a pole at home baby? (Pretty much)
Why don't you let a n***a dig them guts, how 'bout a bar [?] you hoe (Pretty much)

[Verse 2: Proof & Chop]
Big Chop from the Eastside n***a! My n***a laid back
Shady Records all day, now where the fuck my Maybach
Iron Fist, Purple Gang, 7 Mile lord knows
Gangsta Mack, Finko, Dexter and Joy Road
Yo my city love me baby, hug me baby
You got connects out of state, come and plug me baby
Here's a couple dollars baby, come and see me later
Yeah you see me on MTV with Shady
Yo I float like butterfly, The Sting is where I be
Chop and peak, never cop a plea, singing out of key
Pimping like Ralph now, give me that bread hoe
Fuck the white [?] it's either nectar or red Mo
Bomb [?] like what's the motherfucking plan Harry?
Grey Goose on ice with a splash of cranberry
And everybody with me is drinking motherfucker
That's what's up, now what you thinking motherfucker

[Chorus: Proof]
We all got dreams to live it up, Grey Goose and Belve? (Pretty much)
I'm just tryna get rich as fuck, Red Rose on nectar? (Pretty much)
You know you got that big ol' butt, got a pole at home baby? (Pretty much)
Why don't you let a n***a dig them guts, how 'bout a bar [?] you hoe (Pretty much)
[Verse 3: Proof & Salam Wreck]
DJ Salam Wreck say it loud, Rock Bottom in the house (Wreck!)
Black Flace [and Rodney?] got them bottles in they mouth
I holler when I'm out, Eastside in this bitch
Westside hold the fort, we don't snort or sniff
Yo I love the way your body is dancing (True)
The perfect Set Up like Obie Trice and Scotty Anderson
And life a n***a struggle to get your own
So don't monitor my drink bitch, get your own!
This my life motherfucker, I don't fuck with peons
I'm tryna get big like Chuck and Dion
What the fuck is P on? My brain on tilt
I'm ghost to them all, we do the same ol' shit

[Chorus: Proof]
We all got dreams to live it up, Grey Goose and Belve? (Pretty much)
I'm just tryna get rich as fuck, Red Rose on nectar? (Pretty much)
You know you got that big ol' butt, got a pole at home baby? (Pretty much)
Why don't you let a n***a dig them guts, how 'bout a bar [?] you hoe (Pretty much)

[Outro: Salam Wreck]
Yeah, DJ Salam Wreck, shout out Mr. Porter
Yeah, Nells, Gaby, everybody out in the N.Y.C
Back to the D, DJ Salam Wreck