[Intro: Young Thug]
Me and Metro, up late night man, [?] be in here too
We just high as hell, we just recording
Let's do it

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Only keep a bag for the rest of streets on the road
In love with my dog, I'ma feed 'em nothin' but pesto
I'm not from N-O but I'm stickin' to the G Code
Call 'em, let 'em know that I'm on the road with a load
Come tell my doggy to be fired like you in loads
When it come to Actavis, I'm a J just like Cole
Stack it to the ceiling, man, you know that shit gon' fold
Ran up my money, I ran it up like I know
Run it up

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Oh-oh, run it up
Sell Backwoods, we hustle
I need weed, I need lean, it's a must
Catch a ho, leave her stained, no must
Ooh, n***a money long like a bus
Fuck the other side, they ain't leanin', they ain't drinkin' Tuss'
Ooh, n***a bitch wanna fuckin' lust
Ooh, and I'ma pay for her school
N***as sick of takin' Ls, he never renewed
I put birds inside a car, now that's a chicken coupe
C4 bleedin' like a fool, I'm too damn bool
Bought a mink and put it on like I live at the zoo
Hannah Montana, got me muggin' and bustin'
Got a crush on my cousin
YSL 'til I'm dead and dusty, I promise it's nothin'
Whole lot of hunnids, lot of bills in a rubber band, I keep 'em by the dozen
And your mink ain't real, call 46 hundred, and it's kinda fluffy
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Only keep a bag for the rest of streets on the road
In love with my dog, I'ma feed 'em nothin' but pesto
I'm not from N-O but I'm stickin' to the G Code
Call 'em, let 'em know that I'm on the road with a load
Come tell my doggy to be fired like you in loads
When it come to Actavis, I'm a J just like Cole
Stack it to the ceiling, man, you know that shit gon' fold
Ran up my money, I ran it up like I know
Run it up

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
Too much money, only one dick, too much honeys
Five on the dick but two run from me
I leave that pussy hot like a cat in the oven, ooh
Now we at the derby
Tubs on my man, that's a young rastafari
Find me a tall, what deep, burger [?]
In your bitch jaws like a dentist, I'm so sorry
I be a you tumbling, tumbling hoes
Couple of bamboos done fucked up my dough
Head in a cup for a n***a that's ghost
But when you get money, that's the way it go
Got me a model bitch, 'cane in her nose
Chop the moolah, yeah, she came with the clothes
Yves Saint Laurent is the right clothes
I just can't get my shit else no where on the globe
Straight off the runway and not at a show
Straight out of Harlem, I came to explode
Feel like outside it's a hit everywhere I go
Feel like I'm trill, I can't fuck with our flow
Better hop on the boat
Cut to my block, better tuck in your dope
'Cause my n***as like bitches with 40 below
I said do not sleep with a n***a like 40 below
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Only keep a bag for the rest of streets on the road
In love with my dog, I'ma feed 'em nothin' but pesto
I'm not from N-O but I'm stickin' to the G Code
Call 'em, let 'em know that I'm on the road with a load
Come tell my doggy to be fired like you in loads
When it come to Actavis, I'm a J just like Cole
Stack it to the ceiling, man, you know that shit gon' fold
Ran up my money, I ran it up like I know
Run it up