(verse 1)
Laborginis Ferraris & Bentleys
we boats and jetskis Cristal Don-P
tha kush the P.T. two facts about me
bitch ask about me big cats around
me big stacks round big gats round
me tha thrax round me purple packs
around me no sacks round me
i smoke like marley i niggaz ride harleys
i hurt ya daughter feelings mrs.jackson
I‘m sorry i‘m pimpin like goldie
and ballin like koby these haters get
found thrown in the oppanoke yo bich
she choose me you mad she choose me
I‘m glad she choose me she gave me her
room key the time on
White St. the time in D.C gucci tha ol‘
G they put me on T.V. I‘m gutta like
B.G. I‘m reppin the B.C.
the jealous ones envy cuz it‘s somethin against me
(chorus x2)
you fuck with me you fuck with them
you fuck with them you stuck
with me big cat laflare we don‘t fight
fair big cat laflare na we don‘t fight fiar
(Verse 2)
got major flavor got major label got
major niggaz cuz we got major paper
ball hard like we major league
baseball players who is
Sherley Franklin cuz Gucci Mane
the mayor I run the city I am the city
Bad Boy but I never did sign with
Diddy I bake the cake I make the cake
36 what I cop like jacob plat my
team the champs yo team the chumps
my squads the spurs hell yo suads
the pumps unload the pump unload
the pump explode the pump then
reload the pump don‘t move the trunkl
you fit in the trunk you set in tha
trunk til ya body stank like a shunk
the city of thieves drug dealers and
G‘s my niggaz gamble all my niggaz smoke weed
(Chorus x2)
(verse3)
my money got a mouth so I let it talk
for me half a mill worth of ice what
it bought for me I‘m on tha bubble kush
man thats a rich high I order
Cris by the case I‘m a rich guy I‘m 25
but I ride like I‘m 67 cuz when I ride man
I ride with the mac 11 a quater pound
worth of purple thrax to smoke on so iced
out I think I need my coat on the young
nigga with the shades and the gold
fronts why you stunt so hard you only
live once I‘m in the club real high and
I‘m real drunk I‘m on my third bar and
I‘m on my eight blunt I‘m leavin with
your girl with the pump right in the
front with them 28‘s call Roy Dunes
I‘m from East Atlanta boy this is how
it‘s done we rock them old
school verses with the Georgia sun
(Chorus x2) .