[Intro]
 Uhh, uhh
 Ayy Guc' Mane, we good right now man
 Get money good man

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
 It's a white girl in town - name is Cocaine
 It's some dirty birds in town - Gucci Mane & Waka Flame
 We fly in, on buy-in, say you got more birds? You lyin
 You tryin and lyin, you boys ain't supplyin
 I pitch like Nolan Ryan, got cocallina flyin
 My partners stick up kids, duct tape rope they gon' tie in
 In the bushes they lyed in all night that's my word
 By the end of the mornin they left with them birds
 And I'm gone off that purp', and I'm slurrin my words
 I swerved in my Benz, bangin my 4G's on the curb
 The lean, the herb, pay me like the first
 You cross Brick Squad, get hurt
 I got work - Gucci

 [bad word] 
 My homeboys will get you, pay you on the 33rd
 Two pints of lean'll have me slurrin on my words
 Undertaker car, triple black drop bird
 Stomach full of money, so hundreds I'ma burp
 All the hoods love us like the 15th and the 1st
 Two pints of lean'll have me slurrin on my words
 Undertaker car, triple black drop bird
 Stomach full of money, so hundreds I'ma burp
 All the hoods love us like the 15th and the 1st

[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]
 Five grand for a head shot
 Boy don't be no Flintstone and get yo' (Bedrocked), [bad word] #33;
 Triple red drop, offsets through the parkin lot
 Where I'm from, young niggaz shootin at the cops
 Where I'm from, they fakin
 My hood right side, [bad word]  green flaggin
 Lay yo' [bad word] down if you do too much braggin
 Three case, four Glocks, [bad word] that's swaggin, ughh
 Penalized, then goes the Packer-Man
 What'cha [bad word]  you would think it was a cracker-man
 I don't know 'em bah-bah-bah-bah-back'em man
 [bad word] 'em den! Throw my stash in the club that there'll do
 Every girl gettin past you
 Send an ambulance on that [bad word] I want that rent due
 Robbin every [bad word] that ain't Hit Squad, Blood or [bad word] 
 FLOCKA!!

 [bad word] 

[Verse 3: YG Hootie]
 Half a million dollar jewelry like " [bad word] that bird!"
 Niggaz screamin they want beef, I'm like (Roger That)!
 My album didn't sell, so I'm layin niggaz down
 Shootin every [bad word]  that burst leaves a [bad word] frown
 Forty carats on my bracelet, my Polo black
 Niggaz talkin like they want beef, I'm wantin that
 Seven grams in the Swisher, I'm gon' solo that
 Ridin around with my strap like "Where they at?"
 All these rap niggaz hold up, stole my Philly hat
 You will never be a legend like the Gucci Mane
 You will never be turnt up like my partner Flock'
 You niggaz hoes [bad word] your block when them choppers chop

 [bad word]