[Intro]
(Fuck the fire, we got grease)
(Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby)
(It's a Wayne beat)

[Chorus: Lou Gram]
Same n***as I was with when this shit wasn't right (Woah)
Now we bookin' flights (Woah), now we bustin' ice (Shit)
Rich as fuck in this bitch, n***a, fuck a price (Yeah)
Went from hidin' blow packs in a cup of rice

[Verse 1: Lou Gram]
Now I fly to Vegas with my bitch for a couple nights
Been rich before I ever had to touch a mic (Yeah)
We gon' fuck the streets up, we gon' up the price (Boyz)
I ain't waitin' one more day, it's goin' up tonight (Tonight)
In this bitch sticked up, n***a, fuck a fight (Ah, ah)
In here playin' with the mob, you don't want your life (Yeah)
Ghetto Boyz shit, MCD, blickies in the V (Shit)
This a heroin, in Tennеssee, they give me fifty-three (Comе on)
Play with me, n***as pull up blowin', they like Kenny G
Real shooters, don't play NBA, but made NBC (Nah)
Pull up to your city, mix the rizzy with the food on it (Yup)
Spread on the plate, come make your play, it's some room on it (Come on)
Winning team, n***a, I'm the one, call me Billie Jean (Big Lou)
Amiri jeans hittin' off the Wheats, switchies with the beam
R.I.P. Soda, that's why I'm rose down sittin' in the Rover (R.I.P. Soda)
Poured up an eight of Wockhardt in one two-liter soda
Cook a whole brick at one time, bring back Minnesota (Whole thang)
Old-school donk, you gon' hear fifty comin' out the motor (Lou Gram)
[Chorus: Lou Gram & Peezy]
Same n***as I was with when this shit wasn't right (Woah)
Now we bookin' flights (Woah), now we bustin' ice (Shit)
Rich as fuck in this bitch, n***a, fuck a price (Yeah)
Went from hidin' blow packs in a cup of rice (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Peezy]
Used to hide my sack from the dope fiends so they wouldn't steal it (Ghetto)
Now I just press a button from the car key and remove the ceiling (Yup)
Hit the trenches, park the whip to motivate the ghetto children (Motivate the ghetto children)
Bet them boys thought I was playin' when I said I was up two million (Okay)
Reason why I'm rockin' Chrome Heart, 'cause I ain't got no feelings (No, I ain't got no feelings)
Give out paper like a loan shark and make it back on interest (Let's go)
Pull up to the club, walk in through the back way and not the entrance (Not the entrance)
Poppin' Percocets and sippin' Wock' like I got prescriptions (Go)
I might blow everything in my pocket, boy, don't get me tempted (Don't get me tempted)
Married to the mob, bitch, you can't touch me without permission
Tried to get a job and it ain't work, now I'm back in the kitchen (Yop)
Told my n***a if we locked in, then I can't do no switchin' (I can't switch)

[Chorus: Lou Gram]
Same n***as I was with when this shit wasn't right (Woah)
Now we bookin' flights (Woah), now we bustin' ice (Shit)
Rich as fuck in this bitch, n***a, fuck a price (Yeah)
Went from hidin' blow packs in a cup of rice