[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Shoutout to every n***a fronted me a pack when I was fucked up
Always been a gunner, my n***a, never ducker
Bet she wanna ride with a n***a like me
And she wanna hang and smoke with me
Man I love when the crowd recite every lyric
Rappin from the heart, rappin from the spirit, know the Lord hear it
Grandma gotta eat, I gotta get it
What they talkin bout we livin'
Waddup lame, what it do bustas
Know y'all don't like us but your girls wanna fuck us
My gangstas on E, so I'm pimpin
N***a what you drinkin, what you sippin
Most my n***as blood, some crippin'
Out in Chi-Town with some real GD's and some VL's
Gangsta worldwide with this shit my n***a can't you tell
Some say "Crime don't pay," it's hard to tell
N***as said they want my chain, eat the shells
Thank God for the Shells and Citgo, Chevron and the Ammaco

[Hook: ASAP]
I be on my Maserati boss shit
Top down in the winter
Middle of the summer but it's feeling like December
Yeah, I wake up in the morning with a bitch I don't remember, I'm a winner
So my whole team start
Ballin like I'm Barry hitting bitches out the park, home run
You better get your own son
I'm on now, and I'm on one