[Intro: Curren$y]
Eastside just like every time
It's on thirteens, hella clean
You know it's mine, yeah

[Chorus: Jermaine Duper & Curren$y]
I raise my hand to the Lord
I raise my right hand to the Lord
I pray I never fall off
I pray I never fall off
I wish the same for my dawgs
I wish the same for my dawgs
Money won't break us apart
Money won't break us apart
Them hoes gon' fuck on us all
Them hoes gon' fuck on us all
We don't argue over no broads
So we don't argue over no broads
I'm in this Maybach sparked
I'm in my Maybach sparked
I'm here talkin' to God
I'm sittin' in here talkin' to God, alright

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Bought 'em in Autumn
It was summеrtime before thе streets saw 'em, I'm awesome
Glass overflowin', keep pourin', n***a
We bosses, fools over there lookin' exhausted
Boy, they lost it, our shit enormous, multiple garages
High performance, compound heavily guarded
You gotta run the Gauntlet if you really want it, homie
Bunch of Phantoms and Ghosts, bro
Your road is haunted
I put Forgiatos on my truck, put some holy water on it when I washed it
Temperature drop due to my watch, the thermometer popped
They said jams we cookin' up was too hot
Wether or not they can handle it, we still handin' it out
Real n***as down south papered up without a doubt
[Chorus: Jermaine Duper & Curren$y]
I raise my hand to the Lord
I raise my right hand to the Lord
I pray I never fall off
I pray I never fall off
I wish the same for my dawgs
I wish the same for my dawgs
Money won't break us apart
Money won't break us apart
Them hoes gon' fuck on us all
Them hoes gon' fuck on us all
We don't argue over no broads
So we don't argue over no broads
I'm in this Maybach sparked
I'm in my Maybach sparked
I'm here talkin' to God
I'm sittin' in here—

[Verse 2: T.I.]
It's the King bitch
Let's get this straight, I'ma get this cake
Give a damn if a n***a have to flip this weight
You know TIP bought gas, never hit-hit brakes
If he did, then it must have been a big mistake
What a big disgrace, for goodness sake
I decorate her pretty face
Yeah, yo' bitch know how this dick taste
I penetrate her pearly gates
In a world of hate, I got love and respect in abundance
She try me, may peace be upon him
Word to Muhammad
Promise your head'll be hunted
It won't even cost me a hunnid
Came up in the 90s, was listenin' to Chronic
Was smokin' with Dr. Dre, ain't that ironic?
My life is iconic (Yup)
Atlanta, I run it (Facts)
I set the bar so high, my shit be so fye
When I post it, don't notice you commentin' up under it
These n***a be frontin' (Yeah)
But they ain't on nothin' (Nah)
They can say what they want, but they know I'm in touch with who steppin' on somethin' and I'm pushin' the button
I'm a Atlanta G with a strategy
Need far where the sight gotta be
Sound like a fuck n***a fantasy
Even then, n***a, bet they had to be
Call ace and deuces, I support Boosie
Don't cop deuces, ain't no excuses
My progess is where my proof is
Anybody get it, don't think you excluded
I'm a cash getter, you an ass better
We'll violate you then laugh after
I'm a whole stepper, you a half stepper
Go do my dirt, take a bath after
Used to sell dope to the damn pastor
Turn the wrong page, it be ya last chapter, my n—
[Chorus: Jermaine Duper & Curren$y]
I raise my hand to the Lord
I raise my right hand to the Lord
I pray I never fall off
Prayin' I never fall off
I wish the same for my dawgs
I wish the same for my dawgs
Money won't break us apart
Money won't break us apart
Them hoes gon' fuck on us all
Them hoes gon' fuck on us all
We don't argue over no broads
We won't argue over no broads
I'm in this Maybach sparked
I'm sittin' in my Maybach sparked
I'm here talkin' to God
I'm in here rappin' to God

[Outro: Jermaine Dupri]
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