[Intro: RMC Mike]
(World Famous)
Uh, uh, yeah
Whew, whew, bitch
Alright
Free the Ghetto, n***a
Ayy, ayy (World Famous)

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
I got like 30 cash, all blues, yeah, I'm on they ass
I just let a clip off up in the whip, I hope they crash
Pull up off on the scene in the Hellcat, you know the dash
Can't believe they tried to sell some fake Runtz, we know the bags
I got the right feeling, beam up on the Glock, no night vision
You can't hit him up too close here with this bitch, you might kill 'em
Voices in my head, every time I'm on, like Mike, get 'em
I can't leave that bag announced, sware to God, they might steal it
Ayy, top down, we in that Phantom thing, cruising slow
Told Poodie, he can't finger fuck the chop', shoot it slow
Told C to leave the game alone, he Mr. Move The Dope
I can't settle for a bitch who ain't on shit, they do the most

[Verse 2: Louie Ray]
I be too much in the smoke, I buy too much when it's dough
I got too much getting more
Wasn't too much getting on
I switch my numbers out a lot, most people can't even call my phone
I'm good when I pull up, my neighborhood still like my home (World Famous)
Try not to brag about this pape' 'cause if I do, then I'd be wrong
Don't assume that I'm doing wrong, I did, then I'd be gone
I dodged a bid a couple times, so I talk big in all my songs
I treat other bitches how I treat my bitch, then I'd be wrong
I made my money do what it's supposed to do, I put me on
When I buy jewelry, I don't plan on trading in, that's money blown
I don't even count the paper, shit, to me, that's money gone
I went from white and gold to doing white and roses, honeycomb