[bad word] 
I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whippin' work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real n-ggas gettin' money from the f-cking start
I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Gettin' work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real n-ggas gettin' money from the f-cking start

[Verse 1 - Rick Ross]
My rolls Royce triple black
I'm iche hoe
Balling in the club, bottles like I'm miche h-e
Rose' that's my nickname
 [bad word] #39; in my big vain
Self made, you just affiliated
I build the ground up, you bought it renovated
Talking plenty capers nothing's been authenticated
Funny you claimin the same b-tch that I'm penetratin
Hold the bottles up, where [bad word] 
Where the [bad word] felons, where my dawgs at (uh!)
I got that Archie Bunker, and it's so white
I just might charge you double.

 [bad word] 
I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whippin' work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real n-ggas gettin' money from the f-cking start
I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
gettin' work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real n-ggas gettin' money from the f-cking start

[Verse 2 - Rick Ross]
These motherf-ckers mad that I'm icey
Stunt so hard make [bad word] indict me
I think I'm Big Meech, look at my time peace
It's Automere, one hundred racks at least
Look at yourself, now look at me
You cant see a n-gga, I'm what you used to be
Look at it this way, you n-ggas sideways
Always getting money, my n-gga crime pays
So f-ck a n-gga, I'm self made
You a s-cka n-gga, I'm self paid
This for my broke n-ggas, this for my rich n-ggas
Got a hundred on a head of a snitch n-gga

 [bad word] 
I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whippin' work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real n-ggas gettin' money from the f-cking start
I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
gettin' work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real n-ggas gettin' money from the f-cking start

[Verse 3 - Styles P]
The thirty-six holes leave you bleedin' fam
Word to them 36oz in a kilogram
Blunt tip, orange like Caviar
Wild n'out, fishtailin' [bad word] Rally car
Out the passenger, Lettin' the automatty off
egg of that girl I'll knock ya Mommy and ya Daddy off
F-ck around and knock the emblem on the caddy off
Four shooters buggin' out, blickin at ya caddy doors
Did I mention guns from, Red Dead Redemption
Nine mils, fifty clip extensions
Hope it like a mattress in the hood, I'm flippin' on it
And the money's like a chair, I'm sittin' on it

 [bad word] 
I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whippin' work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real n-ggas gettin' money from the f-cking start
I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
gettin' work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real n-ggas gettin' money from the f-cking start