[Intro] Ah hah, okay You're telling me who is gonna be then It's JG Trigga Hah? Hah, get ey [Hook] Okay cool, okay bool I love her I'mma save her, yes, like Danny Glover I'mma call my papi for her f**in' mother I pa** them a molly, now they kiss each other Every time I f** I gotta hit me least like 2 b**hes Boy that dope he whipped, you need like new wrists Foreign car outside that b**h got 2 digits Money stand like 8 feet just like 2 midgets [Verse 1: Young Thug] Who the f** told you that Young Thugger Thugger gon' f** up the beat I got six cars and I also got rentals and all of 'em tinted No I'm not Nipsey, not from LA, but I got keys to the city I f** it, I s** it, I beat it down then she beat me to the ceiling Stoner my lifestyle, I'm living too wild I came to make you proud, that money keep her around In love with her head, I can't turn it down Can't wait for my time to come back around She see that you don't got Lil Hades' style Plus I just seen Snoop on girl goin' wild I just bought a Bentley and a b**h came with it Young rich n***a hittin' million dollar licks Ballin' in New York like the motherf**in' Knicks You better have them racks you ever want to hear me spit And everywhere I go I pa** like a staff I'm goin' off top like a motherf**in' lay up 357, six shots like Al I left 10 bands in a mu'f**in' cab [Hook] [Talking] Hahahah, lets go! Whoop whoop whoop whoop Ayo Young Thug, JG Trigga! Okay lets go [Verse 2: JG Trigga] Get it to your money with your 2 b**hes All the people like a fire looking so vicious Like your mama said, you really clean your old dishes And you really shouldn't clean all your old dishes Who really told you to run off with my mixtape, son? Stylin' good in Gianni Versace, dropped Outta my element, point on my decimal, pop Upper me echelon rich, you nothing so stop Rising my name, not all about fame, writing for fans, I'll always be staying Haters still here, so here I am, I am who I am, pretty young thang Pretty young flame, spark to ignite, living my life, do it every night Rock in Toronto and Rio, NYC, Diddy my city I fight Homies be dying of lying, ain't trying to go dive, oh Que en partido y loco, frio y calor Oye mi chico, trabajo un casa nueva I know that you're trippin, you thinkin' you think that I don't know Dreaming in light, call it daydreaming, plans in my hand, Rozay, you schemin' Yea you right, tell em what I said, don't be lying, I'll slap yo face Out with Lauren out in London, downtown with Julie, with my sonz Foxy and Nicki, yuh Trinis girls, bimma mi keys soon, shun I ain't done with the track, with some people to mack Ima be referring to my fans, all of ya are just gold I got my main friends, and my side friends, sometimes it's really cool Trilly G, JG in this remix, ain't no record or be sold k**ing on all the beats, I write all of my lyrics Ain't no ghost writers here, me, myself, I, the deerest You better be careful what you wish for cause I ain't calling no juries All up to ya self right now, like Bugs Bunny with his curies (Curies, curies, curies) [Hook] [Talking] Yea you know this stuff right here! It's JG Trigga & Young Thug! Lets get it! [Verse 3: Young Thug] I knew I was gonna run my money up and everybody didn't All these n***as p**y n***as, tellin' on they partner Hope the p**y n***a get a bigger sentence p**y n***a play, I'm comin' back with the K And I'mma shoot that motherf**er 'til he livid b**hes wanna see a n***a thumb through his bands I'mma name myself Young Thugga tenant 100 bands at a time I fronted you bands but you- I don't like using profanity but the Young Thugger will cut you All of my cups are muddy I f** my b**hes' buddies I just want nut like Buddy All of my b**hes buddies Panamera with the tinted roof All the n***as dogs going, "Roof!" Top notch shawty, n***a we ain't gon' care Young n***a rich, j**elry colder than the attic If she ain't a virgin then that b**h is only average I can't even hear ya baby, get rid of the static I can't learn a b**h, but I learn mathematics I just ball her down whenever she call my pattern [Hook]