(feat. Plies)
[Intro]
Oh yea?
That’s how you feel huh young n***as?
You gon pull up in that motherf**in Ford like that there
50 grand in yo motherf**in pocket with that bad b**h
[Hook]
Got damn, got damn
Why you do em like that? Got damn
(Wutchu mean?)
How you pull up in the Porsche? 9-11 oh Lord
With a bad b**h with me and her a** so full
Got damn, got damn
Hundred thousand for the Rollie, got damn
All these diamonds in my chain, 30 bottles on the way
KOD in magic city, 50k I make it rain
Got damn!
[Verse: Ace Hood]
Steppin out tonight I think I’m bout to make a movie
Drop in the Phantom, whippin bumpin Lil Boosie
b**h I gotta checkout, just went by the whole club
Took bout 20 thousand dollars, I just call it showin love
Big money n***a, quarter millie on the juice
Ballin like a b**h, I made the ESPN news
Home boy, you can never play me for a fool
Keep a Mr. Fix It with me, that’s who keep the tool
I say now good Lord, look at shorty, there she hall a**
Bet your money she gon f** me for that brown bag
I said I’m too gone off that liquor, turned up - n***a you trippin
That P Ciroc in my system, blew 10 racks as I’m different
[Hook]
Got damn, got damn
Why you do em like that? Got damn
(Wutchu mean?)
How you pull up in the Porsche? 9-11 oh Lord
With a bad b**h with me and her a** so full
Got damn, got damn
Hundred thousand for the Rollie, got damn
All these diamonds in my chain, 30 bottles on the way
KOD in magic city, 50k I make it rain
Got damn!
[Verse: Plies]
I was in the trap, crack or kick the do’
I was in the room, I was beatin a ho
Crack a ice mean n***a where the snow
Told them probly in Alaska, cracker where it snow?
Dead croopers, I’mma buy 100 Chevy
And gave em all away to all the young n***as
Got a funny feeling, I’mma whack me a rapper
Get on TV plat crazy, like oh no what happened?
Asked me did I f** his girlfriend, I told him I don’t remember
Now did she s** me? That’s a strong possibility
Hit him with the 9, he got his sh** down
10 racks kush and I say your chain man
[Hook]
Got damn, got damn
Why you do em like that? Got damn
(Wutchu mean?)
How you pull up in the Porsche? 9-11 oh Lord
With a bad b**h with me and her a** so full
Got damn, got damn
Hundred thousand for the Rollie, got damn
All these diamonds in my chain, 30 bottles on the way
KOD in magic city, 50k I make it rain
Got damn!
[Verse: Ace Hood]
Okay now fat black ‘Maro, b**hes call me Bruce Wayne
Crib big it’s Wal-Mart, n***a that’s a shame
And I keep a shooter, call that boy Dwayne Wade
Once them n***as p**y lucky, I don’t call names
Catch me pullin up in that, Lord have mercy, thank You Jesus
Probly with a freak, her name Tameeka, she’s a skeezer
Audemar bottles, til tomorrow Rose
Dope boy swag, ol Rollie and some J’s
I be wailin on you n***as, stylin on you n***as
Go and cop a whippin, then I Instagram a picture
What yo money like? What dip dope cheddar over
My paper long, b**h etcetera, etcetera
Get it!
[Hook]
Got damn, got damn
Why you do em like that? Got damn
(Wutchu mean?)
How you pull up in the Porsche? 9-11 oh Lord
With a bad b**h with me and her a** so full
Got damn, got damn
Hundred thousand for the Rollie, got damn
All these diamonds in my chain, 30 bottles on the way
KOD in magic city, 50k I make it rain
Got damn!