[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
A wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice
And a bitch in a rental with a trunk full of white
Wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice
And a bitch in a rental with a trunk full of white

[Verse 1: Master P]
1000 grams, I done flipped it to a mill
And my n***a lookin crazy cus he gone off them pills
And my belt buckle say Versace
2 bundles in my waistline, hope the feds don't stop me
On the freeway in that new Bentley truck
Following me 2 bad bitches in that fuckin rental truck
Told em meet me when they touchdown
Break it up, bust it down
Throw it in the air, drew breeze, it’s a touchdown
I don't give a fuck, money by the gallons
Yea, I'm a rich n***a, I only fuck with style yea
Ice cream man with the snow white ghost
No limit in this bitch, throw it up and let it go

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
A wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice
And a bitch in a rental with a trunk full of white
Wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice
And a bitch in a rental with a trunk full of white
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Dope boy shit, real n***a anthem
Mr Mr I am, street n***as still them
Know what that mean, he official fiend
Hey baby, handclap, I’m going in
I don't give a fuck what n***as say, I get my grind on
I don't need security in the club, I got man on
White phantom, white 6's, get my shine on
Bitches play them games but bitches know my man strong
Wrist full of rings, full of VVS rolls
In the club these G's spendin racks and rolls

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
A wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice
Wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice
A wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice
And a bitch in a rental with a trunk full of white

[Verse 3: Krazy]
Last year I couldn't make it rain
Do it bad, money tight
Pull up in that Maybach, all black with the gold stripes
Cold game, I did time
Project my bloodline
Thinkin bout my dog C, hopin he get free time
Me and P, we ball out
Dream field, we fall out
You a bad chick with a fowl mouth
I buy that mola
Downtown I carry that
3 to life, I married that
Used to be a real n***a
Now you just a real whack
On that highway with that real white
Some of yall just studios
That's Yo Gotti and Young Jeezy
Real hustlers know how it go
Sellin raw dope in a raw game
Killers come, they bust brain
Got 50 bricks, ain't no dummy
Johnny Depp, blow money
[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
A wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice
And a bitch in a rental with a trunk full of white
Wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice
And a bitch in a rental with a trunk full of white