[Intro]
I got a real short list of s--t I like to do
Get money, cake s--t
I just wanna ball, yeah
That’s the list, n---a, that’s it [bad word] 
I just wanna ball in the wraith
Brawl in the way
When I wanna, I’ma take my shot
Pray to God, keep it all in a day
(?) with the paper f--k a hater till the day I die
F--k what them b-----s saying, f--k what them n----s doing
Before you were getting going, I was getting cured

[Verse 1]
Put it down, bay rolls in the neighbourhood
We’re catching cases, I got to catch some paper good
Lil homie asked me ‘how you know you came up?’
I say you deal with less b-----s wearing lace front
I don’t like ’em, feel that way about ’em
Lotta rappers, I don’t talk about ’em
OD n----s ain’t gon’ bust a grave, man, they just talking loud
Got body, got a problem, n---a go to war about it
Have a problem understanding your logic, man
Man, for four hundred, take your honey and tour London
And some more money
Don’t believe it? Well, you a dummy
Ain’t no pun intended
Never tearing girls in the mansion
Ain’t [bad word] in it
rebel when I f----d that b---h
It ain’t [bad word] in it
Since my first album I’ve been serious
Ain’t no funny business
B---h, ain’t no funny business
No weapon, give us your prosper
But it’s [bad word] to form
Knew from the day I was born I’d perform in the foreign
Ringing bells and blowing horn when my name called
I’m just a self made n---a in the wraith though [bad word] 
I just wanna ball in the wraith
Brawl in the way
When I wanna, I’ma take my shot
Pray to God, keep it all in a day
(?) with the paper f--k a hater till the day I die
F--k what them b-----s saying, f--k what them n----s doing
Before you were getting going, I was getting cured
I just wanna ball in the wraith
You can brawl in the way
When I wanna, I’ma take my shot
[Verse 2 – Yo Gotti]
I’m a dope boy legend
Street form revving
Not a stone in a watch, no charm on the n----s
They say I’m reckless, yeah, I might be
Don’t give a f--k about no n---a who don’t like me
If I go to jail today, that b---h gon’ write me? No
She gon’ f--k me? No, if a n---a go broke
I bet a range on the super bowl
In the kitchen, super cold
Six ounce, four pints, that’s a superstore
Though I always had a plaque and a hit
Boy, I bet I had a mac and some bricks
If there’s thorns in the wraith, got the titles in the safe
Got the lawyers on deck, got the money for the case
 [bad word]  [bad word]  Lambo
Gun, gun, ammo
Me and black, back to back coz that’s my fammo
He a white man, camo
Who is she? she wanna cake
For that p---y, this that (?) [bad word] 
I just wanna ball in the wraith
Brawl in the way
When I wanna, I’ma take my shot
Pray to God, keep it all in a day
(?) with the paper f--k a hater till the day I die
F--k what them b-----s saying, f--k what them n----s doing
Before you were getting going, I was getting cured
I just wanna ball in the wraith
You can brawl in the way
When I wanna, I’ma take my shot
[Verse 3]
On my presidential swag
In the slum with the hat now [bad word] up a bag, do it for ’em just to pass out
Dab in my bag, give it to her, where her a-s at?
D--k gang great, give it to her till she pass out
The whip can, b12, for baking soda
Stretch a quarter out a whole, no detail
Shout out to all my n---a, who legit and now they figure
Now they rich and you just get it out to blow
Now they riding in the Rolls Royce
Came out the bottom, they ain’t making more than no boy
Always been a hustler, not a robber, I never stole nothing
Trapping, flipping work till [bad word] through the hallway
K-I-N-G, can’t deny me
N----s still rapping ’bout what we did in the 90’s, n---a
See it on my face, dawg
I’m just a real n---a riding in the race, dawg [bad word] 
I just wanna ball in the wraith
Brawl in the way
When I wanna, I’ma take my shot
Pray to God, keep it all in a day
(?) with the paper f--k a hater till the day I die
F--k what them b-----s saying, f--k what them n----s doing
Before you were getting going, I was getting cured
I just wanna ball in the wraith
You can brawl in the way
When I wanna, I’ma take my shot
Yeah, yeah, yeah