[Intro: Z Money]
Hahaha, yeah
That's hard
Z Money
Izze the Producer
Know how the fuck we comin', n***a
1017 shit, n***a, 1-0-1-7
Yeah
Honorary Members
Damn
Know how I'm rockin'
You gon' be there
Yeah, yeah
(Go)

[Chorus: Z Money & Gucci Mane]
These nobody ass n***as ain't even got the pot to piss in
I'm whippin' in the kitchen, tryna check another million (Skrrt)
One trappy ass n***a, I just bought another building (Wow)
I closed another deal real quick and had 'em diamonds hittin'

[Verse 1: Z Money]
The skrilla start slowin' down, somebody come up missin'
My watch is worth a sixteen, none the diamonds in here missin' (Damn)
The cash, I gotta get it, I'ma hit the road with it
Go and tear the stores down, shoppin' like it's Christmas
Don't bring ugly hoes around 'cause I kick out them bitches
Stackin' up the riches, got a Glock for the attention
Swaggin' in the kitchen, got a Glock without extensions (Woo)
Homie sneak dissin', you a bitch, forgot to mention
[Chorus: Z Money]
These nobody ass n***as ain't even got the pot to piss in
I'm whippin' in the kitchen, tryna check another million
One trappy ass n***a, I just bought another building
I closed another deal real quick and had 'em diamonds hittin'

[Post-Chorus: Gucci Mane & Z Money]
See, this the type of feeling when your millions make you millions
I'm whippin' in the kitchen, tryna check another million
See, this the type of feeling when your millions make you millions
See, this the type of feeling when your millions make you millions

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
These broke ass bitches, flat titties, your tittes need a fixin' (Hah)
1017, big diamond rings, like we play for the Pistons (Brr, brr, brr)
Broke ass n***a sneak dissin', I pay that no attention
I bought my bitch a Wraith and then I bought myself a Bentley
Diamonds in the 1017 for Z, ain't even met him (Bling)
My youngin keep on beggin' for a body, I won't let him
I walk past a hater like I never fuckin' met him
I look him in his eye, he try me, they gon' call the medics
Touch me, cut your arm off, now you're usin' a prosthetic (Well, damn)
Your CEO so broke, he put fake diamonds in your pendant (Haha)
Make all my n***as CEOs, they really independent
See, this the type of feeling when your millions make you millions
[Chorus: Z Money]
These nobody ass n***as ain't even got the pot to piss in
I'm whippin' in the kitchen, tryna check another million
One trappy ass n***a, I just bought another building
I closed another deal real quick and had 'em diamonds hittin'

[Post-Chorus: Gucci Mane & Z Money]
See, this the type of feeling when your millions make you millions
I'm whippin' in the kitchen, tryna check another million
See, this the type of feeling when your millions make you millions
See, this the type of feeling when your millions make you millions

[Verse 3: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
1017, no average civilians
My diamonds could feed a whole village and children
Candler Road, trap right in front of the buildings (Candler Road, 1'5, Zone 6)
You want them lights, I need them millions
I got some ice on my neck, got me chillin'
I'm in the back of her mouth like a filling
Rich in the hood, it's a wonderful feeling
Whippin' the vert while your bitch gave me ceiling
FN8, that's a freak bitch
Cut your tongue out, this ain't a sweet lick
I got the mansion, n***a, like the Freaknik
Foreign whip with the deep dish
Serve in the morning like Regis
Kid got rich and I bought a new freezer
I got too many bitches like I'm breedin'
Money in the air when I'm breathin', yeah
Catchin' that pack like receivin'
Fuck that lil' bitch, I don't need her
Human Race Pharrell Adidas
I got Balmain fever
Married to money, I'm a cheater
Saint Laurent, I got spots like a cheetah
Whippin' the white like a wifebeater
All this ice, you know I got the heater
Pablo the trendsetter
N***a, you follow the leader
[Chorus: Z Money]
These nobody ass n***as ain't even got the pot to piss in
I'm whippin' in the kitchen, tryna check another million
One trappy ass n***a, I just bought another building
I closed another deal real quick and had 'em diamonds hittin'

[Post-Chorus: Gucci Mane & Z Money]
See, this the type of feeling when your millions make you millions
I'm whippin' in the kitchen, tryna check another million
See, this the type of feeling when your millions make you millions
See, this the type of feeling when your millions make you millions