I don’t get mad, I just get paid Smelling like a pound, walking in the bank I been smoking weed, before the 5th grade This a man’s world, bitch stay in your place Shitting on your favorite rapper, did it by mistake Went and got a mansion, went and got a maid Naw I ain’t got a deal, but I got a Wraith I call my clientele, I’m sorry for the wait All these pounds in my traphouse, feel like I’m out of shape These bitches love me man, I’m drinking muddy man Drop a four in a ginger ale, it tastes like bubbly man Young nigga hit a lick now you can’t tell me nothing man
[Hook x2 – Young Dolph]
Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith I saw my old bitch yesterday, you should’ve seen her face
[Verse 2 – 2 Chainz]
Pulled up in a Porsche, that bitch too anemic Got that Rolls Royce, that bitch too conceited Then I got them feet, had to get a pedi Bought Keisha the Audi, you other niggas petty Bet you ain’t got more money than harmony in heaven Flat black Chevy, flat black MAC 11 I’m rolling up by the pound, you rolling up by the seven Walk in the room with the black and white fur, that bitch that look like a panda I put the slang in the gram, I just might loan your fam I do this shit for Atlanta, shoot that bitch up with a cannon All that I want is some Act, whip that shit up with a Fanta Niggas don’t know how to act, when I pull up bitches pull out the cameras
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[Verse 3 – Juicy J]
Pulled up in that 9 11, pulled off in a Wraith This my second one this year, it still got paper plates I’m laughing out the lot the way I’m laughing to the bank, ha ha All you niggas standing in line, you need more food to fill my plate Swear you pussy niggas sweeter than some crème brulee I got niggas in the kitchen that’ll razorblade your face I’m frying chicken in my fucking Wraith, ghetto nigga Eating Dodger’s chicken in my fucking Wraith What can I say, greasy fingers, spill some hot sauce on that leather suede Ceiling BBQ interior, collard green exterior All these cars outside I can’t decide which one to drive And all these hoes outside I can’t decide which one I want inside
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