[Intro: Young Thug]
Came a long way from the neighborhood
And it's all good, mhm
Thank you rastafari, you get lots of money
And if you play there ain't nothin' fun
Came from where if you tell, there ain't nothin' fun, yeah

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Boogers in my ear, booger-boogers in my ears
Boogers for her tears, I bought ice, I don't do well
She say she don't fear so I put it in her rear
Run into me then your lucky like a clover, Paul Pierce, uh
Rich n***a shit, deli on the Perie
Playfield in the shit, fuck around get buriеd
Four wedding rings and I wasn't even marriеd
Put that pussy on ice like it's fuckin' dairy

[Refrain: Young Thug]
We gettin' real money, baby
We gettin' real money, darling
We gettin' real money, baby
We gettin' real money, darling, yeah
We gettin' real money, darling
We gettin' real money, darling

[Chorus: Young Thug & Gunna]
You should know
I got way too much bodies to try to call, you should know
I got way too many motherfuckin' vibes, you should know
I'm puttin' frog eyes on all my tires, you should know
I got the best size, I can't disguise, you should know
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I got the chest way where she flyin', you should know
I tint the window like I'm just that guy, you should know
I took the top off like homicides, you should know
I'm in the kitchen, I'm cookin' pies, move that dope
You can call me racist 'cause if she ain't no bad bitch she ain't ever gettin' locked in
Don't own a cabinet, way too many rocks in it
Feel like a daddy, kids taught me the Milly Rock, yeah
I came for the static, yeah, wet him up, no mop
Money long as a caddy and I'm bangin' Red Socks
Actavis and zest make my X's lean back
Hammers on deck, you fuck around get detoxed
Litty, litty, litty bitches singin' your songs
Diamonds on and they clean, no Pine-Sol
Mink on me, I'm 'bout to turn to King Kong
Sink on me, I let it rain down my arm
Hitters on me, they 'bout to bring back your charm
I came straight from big bales, real long
I can't think of no dubs, all hundreds
I got thirty-two slugs, all of 'em, all of 'em
All of 'em

[Refrain: Young Thug, Gunna & Both]
We gettin' to the money, darling
We gettin' real money, baby
We gettin' to the money, darling
We gettin' to the money, baby
Baby, baby, baby, baby
[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Every time I think about you I'm gon' text you
Just because you said I call you way too much
Take the rubber off and skeet it on your butt
Mix with a couple races, shit, I guess we havin' mutts
Soon as I got my money I buy her a bigger butt
Get it back out the clutch, get it back out the slut
Take it right out her mouth and then put it right in her butt
Take it out the saran and then hide it right in the cut
Trappin' out the store, I got my bomb in the woods
Rob 'em broad day and give it back to his hood
Every game I attend I sit my ass on the wood
I don't do vacations, let's get this understood
'Bout to bring back segregation, fifty thou' in the book
Leave a pussy n***a naked, fifty thou' to the crook
She don't wan' be friends with y'all, she just watchin' me cook
I got my eyes on your barbie and she helpin' me look

[Outro: Young Thug, Gunna & Both]
Feeling like a Wu-Tang
You can be my boo thing
I'm livin' like a Wu-Tang, yeah
You can be my boo thing
Came a long way from the neighborhood and it's all good