[Verse 1] Comin' back with another one. Grab the Nine's, we goin' on a bank run. Like Mike Tyson with the belt. I'll K.O. you round 1. Flow so legit, you just wish we would quit. But like DJ Dada said, you know we finna get this bread. All this Hennessey, you know we finna pour. All these chains on ya boy, I weigh an extra forty four. You better get ya tickets now, we on the World Tour. But don't bring ya bitch, be sure to keep her secure. Cuz she gunna be with the team, backstage she gunna be choosin'. Lookin' around, you see her flash you the deuces. [Gut Punch to the competition.] [Verse 2] Move and groove, shake ya ass. It's ya boy comin' back with a brand new slap. Cash ya checks, throw ya racks, that ass was goin' in a circle shit had me perplexed. Bring it right back. Headin' to the money you know that's a fact. We keep this shit groovin' you know we took the pact. Certified platinum, just give me the plaque. Sittin' back watchin' this bread just stack. Never sellin' out bitch we keep it one hunnid. Rain coats in the club, you know we keep it flooded. Watchin' yo girl work this pole, she makes me hot-blooded. Gotta kick her off you know I see another bitch comin'. Hop in the Rolls you know I hit the studio, bitches in tow, make this money grow, everyone knows what we say to ho's.... We just keepin' it real baby. You know how we do this!
