[Verse 1] The time is 1:12 in the ATL I exit 112 with this b**h Michelle In the V12 headed to the hotel Hydro lit up weed in the air She feening to get bent legs in the air She want her hair pulled spank her derriere We interrupted by a phone call by Joe the player That boy tell me he got big bricks for sale Since it's money over b**h, yeah that's my sh** That hoe got dropped quick like pigeon sh** That boy said he just hit a big a** lick And he's sitting on top of a 112 bricks And he'll let the boy get it 12 a brick If I drive a 100 miles probably get there quick I'm calling the clique tryna scrounge for cash I got a least a quarter million buried in the stash Got to give me 25 if I bring him cash That n***a lick for the sh** he got to get off it fast I'm at my grandmamma's house, flashlight and shovel Digging up the iron box getting dirt on the bezel Now I'm heading to the meeting spot with the cash I got two little n***as with me with ski masks They snort pile snow and shoot real fast So if Joe f** up it's Joe's black a** If he try some funny sh** like Dave Chappelle We gonna put a few bullets in his lapel We gon' leave whole clip in that n***a hair Told Zack and Jackpot follow me in building If that n***a get cute we ain't talking we k**ing And that's anybody man, woman, pets, and children Or anybody tryna separate me from the cash Gon' find they a** right next to God real fast I arrive at Joe's room, it was suite 112 Immediately I asked him who got the yayo He responds back who got the cash I tell him me motherf**er now let's do this fast That's when I noticed this tall n***a looking like a f*g And three dread n***as in the back smoking hash Four white hoes just giggle and laugh And I'm telling Joe I don't do business like that Put them hoes out the room and tell your man To go sit in the back with Bob Marley's band This n***a bust out the bathroom pistol in hand He was yelling, screaming, shooting, and missing It was like that first scene in that movie Pulp Fiction Before I could duck big Zack was spitting Left that boy laid out holy as a Christian The white girls spazzing out crying, flipping The tall a** f*ggot caught one to the head And Jackpot made sure the Baha Men was dead Joe hiding behind the wet bar shaking and scared And I'm screaming motherf**er I got one for your head By now my two little shooters came in something vicious They k**ed n***as twice even murked the white b**hes I'm looking at Joe all shaken and scared While I got the 44 to the middle of his head I'm telling him homes look at yourself You balled up in the corner you done sh** on yourself You was Joe my main player my Ace in fact I can't k** you homeboy I'll leave that to Zack [Sample] Cupid doesn't lie