Intro

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy] Hit the pot with the fork Scrape the cocaine just like an egg yolk Slam dunk a brick just like I'm on a court Feeling like John Gotti walking out the court Broke my wrist when I jumped out the gym Balling hard like I'm on ESPN Pinky ring, hit me for the 10 Slide through the trap, Forgiato my rims In the trap, let the story begin '09, me and Guwop getting it in Young rich nigga came up straight out the rip 2010, had to empty the clip 2011, .30 on my hip 2012, I'm on a private jet '13, 30 M's, what's next? '14, had a 100 M check 2015, nigga we made it Jump out the gym and I went to Las Vegas 2016, came from trapping on Baby Made 3M overseas, we gonna go to Australia Me and Bow Wow all about paper Stack up the money taller than skyscraper Smoke up gelato, then I hit the vape Hop in the Lambo, we stunt on the haters [Verse 2: Bow Wow] Yeah, yeah Just bought a private jet We don't land at LAX You know Bow get it popping Shhh, rich niggas talking Shut up, nigga, let me speak mine Been balling for a long time You know hoes come and go, dog Just like LeBron's hairline Kid Red in this bitch right Wackstar here, Fruits up Getting money with these white folks Now now a nigga gotta suit up In the building like I own it Lamborghini doing donuts Niggas talking like they want it Bad bitches, yeah, we on them Hop out the Wraith, young nigga knocking your bitch Look at the stones on my wrist Stripper parties in the suite at the Ritz Forbes calling because they know niggas rich We don't make music for broke niggas Only for rich niggas out getting money I stay to myself, I keep shit on the low And they say that I'm broke, boy, y'all funny Still ball, I'm a Minute Made fan now Still getting "Like Mike" checks in the mail now Blowing big blunts, kush smoke in the air now Young niggas in here turnt, we don't pipe down [Verse 3: Soulja Boy] Young niggas turnt, we don't pipe down Posted on the block with the Glocks out Posted on the block in the drop with Bow Wow Pinky ring, 10 chain cost a 100 thou Young rich niggas, yeah, we all about paper Rollie my wrist, bust down on a hater The niggas mad, just look at they faces Went and spent 50 thousand for a bracelet Posted on the block, I'm gripping Serena Williams how I play with the racks like it's tennis Shoot this Draco just like Dennis the Menace Standing in Zone 1, I'm serving the pigeons Hit the p-jet with a hundred and fifty chickens Drunk and testing, thought they say it's finger licking Knock out the plug, I ain't leaving no witness Sipping on Actavis, feeling the promethazine in my kidneys [Verse 4: Bow Wow] Club jumping because we in it Niggas mad because we winning Money coming by the boatloads Fuck saving, we gonna spend it Costa Mesa with your bitch We just spent about a grit Left nothing on the racks We just fucking up Saks Designer this, designer that Always ten, we on the map Speaking of the town, still the king of that Homie, I'm just stating facts Party at Jamie Foxx's house Fucking hoes on the couch Never catching feelings with these bitches Fuck them one time then kick them out Been stunting since a jit Red bottoms for the kicks Switch the Rolly for the Cartier Niggas balling, Penny Hardaway Got a Gotti never drove it Drive the Rover like it's stolen Diamonds came from Elliot the Jeweler So you know my neck and wrist is frozen I just got a check, nigga So I'm gonna flex, nigga Got a driveway full of foreigns I don't drive Corvettes, nigga