[Intro: Birdman]
It's up
Fast money, Cash Money, motherfucker (Drum Dummie, yeah, yeah)
Yeah

[Chorus: Birdman]
Yeah, I say the pressure is on, n***a
Them birds in town, n***a
You know we ’bout to get it on (It's up)
And we ride and we ride and we fly and we fly
N***a, you know we 'bout to get it on
Yeah, I say the pressure is on, n***a
Them M’s in town, n***a
You know we 'bout to get it on (It's up)
And we ride and we ride and we high and we high
N***a, you know we 'bout to get it on, blatt

[Verse 1: Birdman]
They know them people in Durangos (Durangos)
Pullеd a left, start to stop a n***a game flow (Stop a game flow)
Yеah, we got them choppa with them same clothes (Same clothes)
Pussy n***a poppin' up with the same flow (With the same flow)
We got the choppa in the Range Rover (In the Range Rover)
Four deep in a Lamb' and a Range Rover (And a Range Rover)
Yeah, we in a Benz wit' hundred stacks
They know that we coming back (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We doing the flipping stacks (And we flipping stacks)
Yeah, I got the Bentley with a mil' in it (With a mil’ in it)
Full dope, four doors and a mil’ in it (With a mil' in it)
Yeah, we got some beef with some pussy n***as
We know how we get it wit’ em (Pussy n***a)
We know how we gon' deal wit' em (How we gon' deal wit’ em)
[Chorus: Birdman & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Yeah, I say the pressure is on, n***a
Them birds in town, n***a
You know we 'bout to get it on (It's up)
And we ride and we ride and we fly and we fly
N***a, you know we 'bout to get it on
Yeah, I say the pressure is on, n***a
Them M's in town, n***a
You know we 'bout to get it on (It's up)
And we ride and we ride and we high and we high
N***a, you know we 'bout to get it on (And you know that I'ma get mine)

[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Birdman]
Even if I got to slang iron
Youngin' right here that's on side of me
Sixteen, bangin' at the same time
My nerves bad, went in my pack to ease my mind
N***as hatin' but ain't gettin' close to me
I'ma fuck these hoes while I steady keep my wrist on shine
Hundred for that Redeye Charger
'Nother hundred grand for my momma, fifty for my brother lawyer
Fifty-five hundred for these sticks to keep the pussy n***as in order, come on, bang out
Meech get a bitch from St. Bernard, drive way to Florida
Then probably be back up in that North, talkin' one night later (My label)
Ten million for my label, now sittin' on the table (Yeah, yeah)
Youngin' played up where they trap at, ski'd up, tryna take 'em (Yeah, yeah)
All my n***as who real, with them I'm gon' break paper (Break paper)
Still no fuckin' over n***as fakin'
[Chorus: Birdman]
Yeah, I say the pressure is on, n***a
Them birds in town, n***a
You know we 'bout to get it on (It's up)
And we ride and we ride and we fly and we fly
N***a, you know we 'bout to get it on
Yeah, I say the pressure is on, n***a
Them M's in town, n***a
You know we 'bout to get it on (It's up)
And we ride and we ride and we high and we high
N***a, you know we 'bout to get it on, blatt (Yeah)

[Verse 3: Birdman & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Look I'm back up in this bitch
And in this bitch, I got them sticks
How many you went and copped?
How many of 'em that I could get
Look I got three Unc', and that's ninety shots
Gon' clear the whole street, they talkin' millions, we can beef
I'm screamin', "Fuck that, we can meet"

[Outro: Birdman]
He a cold-blooded motherfucker
Never been no stranger, built for this gangster shit
Down for some danger
Cold lil' n***a, like, Uptown finger
Trigger finger n***a like, "Who wan' bang out?"
My cold lil' n***a like, "Who wan' bang us?"
Talm' 'bout, "Uptown trigger finger, who want bang wit' us?"
You know this pimpin', been had the drip n***a, ya' understand me? (Who wan' bang wit' us?)
Big money talk boy, ain't no small talk 'round here
(Like, who wan' bang wit' us?)
Hold on Five, Mouseman, catch the cut
Beezy, handle that, Big J, you know what it is
Jubba G, let's get it
Big money shit, anybody can get it
Rich Gang, blatt