[Chorus] Choppa and it got the beam attached, ayy Slidin' in the Beamer while I'm thumbin' through the racks, ayy With my señorita, she be countin' up that sack, ayy These brand new Givenchy shoes, they cost a stack, ayy I be high as hell, I'm in the sky, I'm smokin' thrax, ayy All my friends are dead, but I got VLONE on my back, ayy In the AMG, but I'ma drive it like a Track, ayy Huntin' for that paper, gotta get it where it's at, ayy [Verse] I'm on the hunt (I'm on the hunt, ayy) Engine in the back, trunk in the front (trunk in the front) Smokin' exotic, I stuff five grams in the blunt (Five grams in the blunt) And don't talk to me if it ain't 'bout no money (If it ain't 'bout no money) Walk inside the bank, smell like a piece, I got the onion Pull up in the tank like Master P and leave it runnin'
All this gold on like Mister T, I look like money Take the roof off and feel the breeze when it get sunny Ridin' with a chop, stick and that b*tch can hold a hundred That b*tch come from WrestleMania, a stone cold stunner All the sh*t I spit be hot, sh*t be hotter than a sauna I just pulled up in a drop, that b*tch sit up like a Hummer (Gone) [Chorus] Choppa and it got the beam attached, ayy Slidin' in the Beamer while I'm thumbin' through the racks, ayy With my señorita, she be countin' up that sack, ayy These brand new Givenchy shoes, they cost a stack, ayy I be high as hell, I'm in the sky, I'm smokin' thrax, ayy All my friends are dead, but I got VLONE on my back, ayy In the AMG, but I'ma drive it like a Track, ayy Huntin' for that paper, gotta get it where it's at, ayy