[Chorus: Birdman]
Give me my tool, die for my goons
Cooked up the food got the ice for the jewels
Bullshit or hustle money, Motherfucker
Buy it ourself private Jets, motherfucker
See, we live a luxury life Don P., pearl white
Harley Davis bike n***a, mansion on sight
Do the five mikes take the five mikes
Jam the five mikes five star and n***a life

[Verse 1: Birdman]
Bounce back, rebel
Fuck, going in a n***a's cell
I'm raising hell doing swell
Make the mil, fuck the mirror
Make the money, fuck who tells
Make the money
Flip the money
N***a show and tell (yeah)
From the bottom
Where the roaches at
Hit the light switch
Where the roaches scat
Bounce back, hella choppers
More stacks, out the back
To a bus n***a mill stack (yeah)
So she love me
So I fuck her right
From the floor, no ceilings
What a hella sight
Harley Davis is a n***a bike
Eleven-hundred, twelve-hundred
Models every night (yeah)
Put the suede with the plush leather
Leather so soft, n***a do it any weather
Fly in any weather
Hustle in any weather
Shine in any weather
[Chorus: Birdman & Jeezy]
Give me my tool, die for my goons
Cooked up the food got the ice for the jewels
Bullshit or hustle money, Motherfucker
Buy it ourself private Jets, motherfucker
See, we live a luxury life Don P., pearl white
Harley Davis bike n***a, mansion on sight
Do the five mikes take the five mikes
Jam the five mikes five star and n***a life

[Verse 2: Jeezy]
Give me my tool
Jizzle got it bad
He ain't no fool
Bitch Jizzle 'bout his bag
2010 droppin head, 26-inch mags
Stick in the back with the 100-round mag (yeah)
Call him shit bag, bitch I'm Mr. Toilet Paper
Call me half a clip with the gasoline chaser
Fuck the hollow tips we make the gasoline chase you
Smoke that fire shit, that shit'll gasoline face you
That young n***a's heartless, he's walking with a pacer
Blue and yellow 'Maro like the Indiana Pacers
Black with the red beam, my Portland Trail blazer
No playin where I'm from, we'll fucking trail blaze you
Don't love no bitch
And that's on everything I own
But I swear n***a love every strap I ever owned
Black head-to-toe with the Louis V. holster
Straight gangster shit, I match my floco Porsche
[Chorus: Birdman]
Give me my tool, die for my goons
Cooked up the food got the ice for the jewels
Bullshit or hustle money, Motherfucker
Buy it ourself private Jets, motherfucker
See, we live a luxury life Don P., pearl white
Harley Davis bike n***a, mansion on sight
Do the five mikes take the five mikes
Jam the five mikes five star and n***a life

[Verse 3: Bun B]
N***a this is G shit
Straight up out the wards, from out the back of the projects
Where n***as pull cards and choppers get pulled out
Like you at the barber
Fresh up out the blue water like we at the harbor
This is my life (life)
A ghetto dream come true
Paper plates on the Benz (Benz), riding so new
On some 2011 shit, when I come through
Black paint, black seats
And the black rims, too
Can you see me motherfucker?
I'm creeping on the low though
In the big-body four-door
With the four bar logo
Smokin' purple kush rolled up
In a damn splif getting high as
Mothafucka eagle dare drift
Ain't that some damn shit
And it's true though
But it ain't like I'm telling you
Something that you ain't knew though
So don't get it twisted like a noodle
I'll put one in your noodle
And leave a n***a twisted
So what it do, Bro
[Chorus: Birdman]
Give me my tool, die for my goons
Cooked up the food got the ice for the jewels
Bullshit or hustle money, Motherfucker
Buy it ourself private Jets, motherfucker
See, we live a luxury life Don P., pearl white
Harley Davis bike n***a, mansion on sight
Do the five mikes take the five mikes
Jam the five mikes five star and n***a life