[Chorus: Ralo]
[?] baby we done elevated, we elevated
All  them bitches on us hella hating, they hella hating
All  these n***as out here agrvating, they agrevate me
Why they hating and we bairly made it? We bairly made it
[?] baby we done elevated, we elevated
All  them bitches on us hella hating, they hella hating
All  these n***as out here agrvating, they agrevate me
Why they hating and we bairly made it? We bairly made it

[Verse 1: Ralo]
Jump  in the game like a refferee
All of these hoes fell in love with me
[?] that worry me
Don't none of the hating disscurage me
I  jumped off of that porch
They did not give me no choice
They used to [?]
They didn't give me no remorse
I put my [?] me
[?] run this shit
I told [?] I won't come again
All of my n***as know Imma win
The church told me I was born again
He will not make me his son again
I'm in the trap that them junkies in
I serve them that raw, and they come again
I sit in the back of that Coupe
I do not ask for a roof
I only ask for the truth
Tell me what's happening with you
I get that cash and I'm through
I throw that cash to the roof
I don't have nothing to do
I don't have nothing to prove
All of my n***as [?]
[Chorus: Ralo]
[?] baby we done elevated, we elevated
All them bitches on us hella hating, they hella hating
All these n***as out here agrvating, they agrevate me
Why they hating and we bairly made it? We bairly made it
[?] baby we done elevated, we elevated
All them bitches on us hella hating, they hella hating
All these n***as out here agrvating, they agrevate me
Why they hating and we bairly made it? We bairly made it

[Verse 2: Birdman & Ralo]
Balling baby, blow a hundred racks
Gravy baby, no twisting that
Call my [?] n***a
We came back, can't fade that
We playing them n***as, and went shook back
Bounce back in them catolacks
No front n***a, with the hatchback
Rag top [?]
Situation got sticky n***a
No front n***a [?] rich n***a
We'll dump something, them bricks n***a
We'll pitch something that gon hit n***a
Fast life, and we hit licks
Crash type, we ship ships
Foreign lights on my foreign whip
On Stunna Island with a hundred chips
On Stunna Island with a hundred chips
Birdman got a hundred whips
N***as ain't [?] for him
[?]
[Chorus: Ralo]
[?] baby we done elevated, we elevated
All them bitches on us hella hating, they hella hating
All these n***as out here agrvating, they agrevate me
Why they hating and we bairly made it? We bairly made it
[?] baby we done elevated, we elevated
All them bitches on us hella hating, they hella hating
All these n***as out here agrvating, they agrevate me
Why they hating and we bairly made it? We bairly made it