[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Re-up out my bank, trip out my bank, okay!
(We Got London on da Track)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I got lots of acres, I spend sheets of paper
I need me some paper, famo need that favor
We gon' get it by any means, I'ma stay straight like a spleen
I'm your majesty, I'm the dean, boy, I'm Hugh Hefner, hey, boy

[Verse 2: Birdman, Young Thug, Birdman & Young Thug]
Yeah, you know I'm 'bout my paper (My paper)
You know I'm 'bout my team (My team, okay)
You know I'm 'bout my family (My family)
If I don't make it in an instance (To the end, n***a, okay)
I put her down with my clique (My clique, okay)
I got a bad bitch that talk shit (Talk shit, okay)
I know the Freeband Gang from that Six (That Six, okay)
I started switching lanes in that bitch (That bitch, okay then)
Smoking indo, n***a, stay in (Stay in)
Mannie Fresh pimpin' in the play pen (Play pen, yeah)
N***a havin' bubble-eyed lens in the muthafuckin' new Benz (New Benz, skrrrrrrrt)
Japanese chopper with the double twins (Double twins)
It ain't safe in that water (Blatt)
And I am the new product, count up, n***a (Blatt)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
One, two, three, four, five
All my Bloods, they surviving off us
I'ma ride for the cause
I might be bad like a boss (Oh hey)
I might end up down with my clique (Yup, yah)
Laugh at hoes with my bitch (Yup)
Pappadeux's with her lips (Yup)
Love is heavy like a ship
Yeah, oh, fuck (Hey)
Baby, do your thing for me (Do your thing, hey)
Baby, do your thing for me, hey (Do your thing, hey, yah)
When on that bullshit, she dress casually (What?)

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
Baby girl, I swear (Hey)
If you can't stand no more, I'ma give that ass a chair (That's on Blood)
I do her wrong, and I know she gon' still be there, hey (Hey)
Big dog when I lay down like a bear, yah (Ah, grah)

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Tell a n***a cut the plug (What?)
Then I send a n***a to the sky with it (Bah)
A n***a lose his life in my business (Bah)
Bustin' on her thigh with it (Yeah)
Bring paper, n***a, know you need supplies with it
Thinking 'bout running off, you'll die with it, yeah
Never say, "No," baby, do it, yeah
I want ravioli-oli at the stay-in (What?)
Laughing at these n***as like a baby (Yeah)
Can't see me like the motherfuckin' shoes that a bride wearing
And I'm a shark, n***a, stay in
It ain't safe in that water, no
[Chorus: Young Thug & Birdman]
Count up, one, two, three, four, five
All my Bloods, they surviving off us (Yeah)
I'ma ride for the cause (Skrt, skrt)
I might be bad like a boss (Blatt)
And I might end up down with my clique (Hey)
Might laugh at hoes with my bitch (Yah)
Might treat Pappadeux's like her lips
And my love is heavy like a ship
Yeah, oh, fuck
Baby, do your thing for me, yah (Woo)
Baby, do your thing with me, hey (Yeah, uh-huh, bright lights in the daytime, n***a)
When on that bullshit, she dress casually, hey, yah (Overseas with it)

[Bridge: Birdman, Birdman & Young Thug]
Yeah, how she dress casually
And pull up on that B.S., yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't know how she do this shit
Every time she get pissed, she looks so sexy (Thugger, baby), blatt

[Outro: Young Thug & Birdman]
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, no
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
I said, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
I don't know, I don't know, no, no
I don't know, I don't know, I don't
I don't know, I don't know, I don't
I don't know, I don't know
I don't know, I don't know, I don't
I don't know, I don't know (Yeah)
I don't know, I don't know (Sittin' up in this, yeah)
I don't know, I don't know (You understand me? Lookin' down at these lights)
I don't know, I don't know (Fuck with me, n***a)
I swear to God (You understand me? Just like that, boy)
(Red Light District, overseas, gettin' this money)
(High life, you understand me?)
(N***a, it's flavor on a hunnit, big money shit, n***a)
(YSL, Rich Gang, boy, yeah)
(I see you, n***a, yeah)
(All my Haitian n***as, yeah)
(All my 404 n***as, 305 n***as, 504 n***as)
(And all our bitches, haha, all our riches, yeah)
(Big money and all these bitches, yeah)
(Thugger, fuck they talkin' 'bout, n***a?)
(We them n***as, we them boys, blatt)
(Beezo, what's brackin'? One thousand)
(Worldwide with it, overseas, n***a)
(Red Light District, bright lights)