Hold up, homes, I got my gold on, homes
I roll with real life robbers but cant do no wrong
I got a jet black tone, all black foams
And I might crack your dome like I just cracked my iPhone
My pants sagging low but baby this is 
Twenty thousand every pocket so my belt cant help it
Green and white sweater, bitch, but Im no Celtic
Chilling in the M-Town, but Im not Elvis
Velour Versace jogging suit 
Thirty pints for me to drink 
A nigga went broke and his main ho pregnant
Gucci cash got low bet the whole crest felt it
I snatch a nigga chain out, hey lets melt it
Got lit for sixty bricks so I just MapQuest it
I smoke blunts for dinner and I drink lean for breakfast
I put four Os of lean in a lil bitty Mistic
Hey, okay, okay 
You gonna take it no way 
Yep, motherfuck, yep motherfuck
Money talk, credit talk
Guwop, my blood brother
Put my ice in your cup, it might not melt 
Got my Olympic Jordans on, Im feeling like Phelps 
Im cashed out like Mike, no Epps 
Versace on my boxers, look like a belt 
Me and Guwop stay on the same street, my nigga 
Ever ever catch you round there Im pulling my trigger 
I go a whole hundred bars like Im at Tiggers 
You aint rich till you got about six figures 
Put your Rollie up, put your motherfucking Rollie up
That bad bitch in VIP wanna notice us 
No smoking on that bush like Magnolia, bro
Got bands on top of bands, Im up like Folgers, bro
Young Thug backstabbing, I aint brabbin
Your ho want a lot of wood like a cabin
Nickname Damion, stay acting 
Even though I keep a smile, need to stop this madness
Hey, okay, okay 
You gonna take it no way 
Yep, motherfuck, yep motherfuck
Money talk, credit talk
Guwop, my blood brother
Put my ice in your cup, it might not melt 
Got my Olympic Jordans on, Im feeling like Phelps 
Im cashed out like Mike, no Epps 
Versace on my boxers, look like a belt