[Chorus]
Real n***as now on the road
5 bitches can make the show
Cash up now for the ho's
Champagne sipping on gold

[Verse 1: Birdman]
Flashy lifestyle
N***a we the business
Candy paint blood red, six figures
Tommy guns travel with my other bitches
My other bitches taking trips, n***a making digits
Hustle full time n***a for the shine
Big money poppin' do it big time
N***a poppin' off so we spent a Ben
Drop a hundred on the set, blowin' in the wind
Allegating for the paper, territory mind
Count a hundred stacks for the sunshine
Maybach payed n***a, drop the top
Triple color on the blaze, n***a open shop


[Chorus]
Real n***as now on the road
5 bitches can make the show
Cash up now for the ho's
Champagne sipping on gold

[Verse 2: French Montana]
I did it for my dawgs (Woo)
Did it for them n***as with a vision like a boss
Did it for them n***as in the kitchen with the salt
Now I’m in that white thing, 500 horses for my n***as in the coffin
Got price on my head, I'm in a drop top 'rari
Staring at the ceiling when I wake up in the morning
My dawg doing life, try to see him ‘fore he hit the coffin’ (Haan)
Play with my paper, run up in your offices
It’s the ’012 Ice Cube n***a with the Raider hat
A maniac n***a, where the paper at
Highway to life, need a hundred mill exit (Woo)
50 on the wrist, hundred on the necklace
(Montana)


[Chorus]
Real n***as now on the road
5 bitches can make the show
Cash up now for the ho's
Champagne sipping on gold


[Verse 3: Fabolous]
I say one big room full of real n***as
Bunch of bad bitches, and some chill liquor
Crib out in Bel-Air, No uncle Phil n***as
So I take em' in the basement and yea I feel Tigga
I don't hear n***as corny raps, yeah I feel Jigga
You little n***as do whatever make you feel bigger
Every time I'm around yall, something's a little fishy
I smell, I smell, I smell pussy!
What's your name, where you from? Almost done with interview
I'm into having intercourse, is that something that interests you?
Yes, no, maybe so, baby bro fix me up
Real house party shit now hold up your Dixie cup
With your other hand, do me a fucking favor
Put your middle finger up and say "Fuck the neighbors!"
And Fuck the haters they never invited
They can't get on my level, my level is private
Who fly more than me? My level is pilot
My pockets stay fat, I'm never on diet
Don't be stuntin' out of town when you get on
I do you like Kid and whoop your ass when you get home
[Outro]
Coke Boy baby