[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I killed off all the competition, didn't get no recognition
I’m steady shippin', flippin', whippin'
Cookin' caine in the kitchen
I got a couple pistol charges, but gone keep me a ratchet
I smoke two ounces everyday, I got a real bad habbit
I got to keep a teller with me, just to count all the cabbage
Dope houses in Sun Valley, grow houses in Cali
And they say life is a bitch, but your bitch just met me
Went to sleep rich but I woke up wealthy
I can't hang with broke n***as, naw, that’s my pet peeve
I make her go to work late, I make her get off early
I never snooze, keep a tool
That’s just how I move
On Instagram with your bitch, damn, ain't life cruel

[Chorus: Gucci Mane (Bobby V)]
Y’all n***as pull up to the club but I land on it (Pull up to the club and I land on it)
She got a ass so big, I dropped a band on it (Ass so big)
She got a friend real fine, I put my mans on it (You know I put my man on it)
She only fuck with ballers, you don't have a chance homie
Got damn, homie (Damn, homie)
Got damn, homie
She only fuck with ballers, you don’t have a chance homie
I got them fans on me (Fans on me)
Hundred grand on me (Hundred grand on me)
She only fuck with ballers, you don't have a chance homie
Got damn, homie
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
1017 Regime, that’s what I ride for
Bricksquad, I swear to God, that’s what I'd die for
Get money, keepin' it pushin', that’s what I strive for
Hercules purp so strong, I paid the high for it
Fugazy stories you tellin', man why you lie for
If you ain't runnin' off with the work then why you hiding for
Playin' games with Gucci Mane done got you tied up
Five dollars of kerosene and now you fried up
You took that dick with no Vaseline, why the hell you sign that
I know that you regret that decision, but can't rewind that
You gave the money, didn't get the work, you took a blind plea
East Atlanta, Zone 6 Moreland, that’s where you find me

[Chorus: Gucci Mane (Bobby V)]
Y’all n***as pull up to the club but I land on it (Pull up to the club and I land on it)
She got a ass so big, I dropped a band on it (Ass so big)
She got a friend real fine, I put my mans on it (You know I put my man on it)
She only fuck with ballers, you don't have a chance homie
Got damn, homie (Damn, homie)
Got damn, homie
She only fuck with ballers, you don’t have a chance homie
I got them fans on me (Fans on me)
Hundred grand on me (Hundred grand on me)
She only fuck with ballers, you don't have a chance homie
Got damn, homie
[Verse 3: Bobby V]
Homegirl came with you, damn she thirsty
Spend twenty grand so fast, it didn't hurt me
Have you countin' so many ones, your hands hurtin'
Say she never had so much fun with one person
(But shit)
I’m that n***a, she already know
So should we blame it on the pills or blame it on the dro
She call me papi, make me think I got a papi feel
All this fuckin' ice, you’ll think I got a hockey deal

[Chorus: Gucci Mane (Bobby V)]
Y’all n***as pull up to the club but I land on it (Pull up to the club and I land on it)
She got a ass so big, I dropped a band on it (Ass so big)
She got a friend real fine, I put my mans on it (You know I put my man on it)
She only fuck with ballers, you don't have a chance homie
Got damn, homie (Damn, homie)
Got damn, homie
She only fuck with ballers, you don’t have a chance homie
I got them fans on me (Fans on me)
Hundred grand on me (Hundred grand on me)
She only fuck with ballers, you don't have a chance homie
Got damn, homie