[Intro]
Yeah n***a
It's that Big Tymer, neighborhood superstars, how you love that?
Feel me? Get it how you live, n***a, that's where we stand
With the money in the hand, homie
You might saw somethin' you never seen before fuckin' with the Birdman, n***a
We got it in the wall and the safe, n***a
Old heads, you know what I'm sayin', n***a?

[Verse 1]
Yeah, you might catch me walkin' with my D's on
Dickied down with my motherfuckin' B's on
I'm pitchin' to catch, and n***as gettin' they hustle on
We got them birds flyin' all day around, home
We keep a gun tucked, watchin' for them people, homie
I'm tryna get this money, rollin' with the lil' homies
Ain't give a damn, n***a, the way I got it, homie
They came from nothin', but Jeezy kept it cockin' on 'em
We got the brown and white, n***a, movin' Uptown
We got them pills and them pounds, movin' Uptown
We keep 'em guns ticked, n***a, rollin' Uptown
A lil' homie got burnt, left him back a town

[Chorus]
We neighborhood stars, n***a, and we G'd up
We got the Dickies with the bird, light the weed up
We big timin' for life, the street need us
We got 'em ten a piece, n***a, that's feed up
We neighborhood stars, n***a, and we G'd up
We got the Dickies with the bird, light the weed up
We big timin' for life, the street need us
We got 'em ten a piece, n***a, that's feed up
[Verse 2]
I'm on this acre, n***a, blowin' out the pound, homie
I'm lookin' out this window, I'm with my round, homie
Ain't thinkin' about how we did it Uptown, homie
And how we put it down, and held my own ground, homie
And I could bring back to 1994
When Sam Skully and Moe was makin' all the dough
When OG's put it down for lil', fo sho
And that's the pattern we follow 'cause that's all we know
And never let a n***a come through and get dough
If he ain't scorin' for my homie 'round the way we know
And that's just his luck, and you know what we trust
And the guns we bust, n***a, that's just us
I'm on this motherfuckin' island with this Persian rug
I got the Benz, Bentley coupe, n***a, that's us
I'm on the duck, n***a
I got twenty-eight more cars, n***a, 'cause I don't give a motherfuck

[Chorus]
We neighborhood stars, n***a, and we G'd up
We got the Dickies with the bird, light the weed up
We big timin' for life, the street need us
We got 'em ten a piece, n***a, that's feed up
We neighborhood stars, n***a, and we G'd up
We got the Dickies with the bird, light the weed up
We big timin' for life, the street need us
We got 'em ten a piece, n***a, that's feed up
[Verse 3]
I'm on a yacht, n***a, feelin' so hood rich
I'm so fly, n***a, rollin' with a bad bitch
And got this money on my mind, got to have it
And all the time I'm on the grind, I'ma grab it
I'm still grindin', it's a motherfuckin' habit
And Rufus gotta have a brand new Caddy
And Weezy want it, so the lil' n***a can have it
The lil' homie Jack rollin' in the cabbage
I been doin' this, you heard me, lil' daddy?
Puttin' it down on [?]
Me and Squeaker in a old-school, daddy
And gettin' money, we real n***as, and stashin' it
We got birds up here, n***a, ten a lick
You can't get one, gotta get at least six
The whole shit, the whole flock, n***a
The whole town puttin' it down, n***a, how we did it, bitch

[Chorus]
We neighborhood stars, n***a, and we G'd up
We got the Dickies with the bird, light the weed up
We big timin' for life, the street need us
We got 'em ten a piece, n***a, that's feed up
We neighborhood stars, n***a, and we G'd up
We got the Dickies with the bird, light the weed up
We big timin' for life, the street need us
We got 'em ten a piece, n***a, that's feed up