[Verse 1: Future]
My mama said f** it, n***a, hit the streets and live
Got some crack in the corner and I did what I did
The neighbors they don't like me, I got J's at the door
Told my grandma I don't need a bed, I'm sleeping on the floor
Got my tool and my blow then my two main hoes
Me and all my woahs stick together like the Zoes
Stop by, say "who got the yay for the low"
And I keep birds with me like I'm straight out hollygrove
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My fingers, they itchin, they itchin for dat paper
I'm riding around the city and I got that calculator
Ima motherfuking monster when it come to getting that paper
[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
Million dollars cash, count it all by myself
She say "Baby let me help you", I say "b**h don't need your help"
If it's one thing that a n***a don't do, it's trust
If there's tops on the cars tell you b**h it wasn't us
40 million dollar mansion
Master bedroom in the kitchen
Scarface got you in the living room now this living
I'm Michael Jordan in his prime and these n***as Scottie Pippen
Trying to out-ball MJ Scottie trippin
Think I'm bout to put a helipad on my roof
Then spit a brick and a half in the booth
Put my tax on em when I send em out of state
While they call you Weight Watchers?
Cuz we be watching all the weight