[Intro: Ludacris] Yes, yes Another installment, this simply just does not stop, man It’s a feeding frenzy going on, n*gga! Luda! Listen! [Verse 1: Ludacris] Polo slippers, I’m a G, b*tch! Just did a show, been counting paper for a week, b*tch 3 sips, I’ll tear the club up like 3-6 Hanging with nines that could cause a solar eclipse Luda! It’s lunar how I maneuver in the night time If it’s bad b*tches, it’s the right time Vintage Rolex, time pieces that last a life time Whenever I decide to show up, that’s my flight time Tell the pilot I’m about to roll a doobie up Louis’d up, b*tches want a snack, Scooby Doo me up Ruby’d up, fruity colored diamonds cause I’m movied up Women screw me up, love me down then they chew me up Just gettin’ started, it’s about to get solidified Lyrical genocide, Ludacris has been identified As one of the greats of all time, what am I to do? Generation pimps, granddaddy and my father too What the f*ck are y’all thinking, this is heaven sent 8 albums in, other rappers are irrelevant It’s evident that I’m so elegant and intelligent These other clowns sound like they rapping with speech impediments Ol’ dribble mouth n*ggas, y’all should lay it up Play it up, talking about your life like you made it up Well here’s a story for the ages, I’m a living legend And my security guards are named Smith & Wesson [Outro: Ludacris talking] f*ck an adlib on this one, man, let it ride This for the fans, I love y’all, baby Ludaversal, March 31st! I’m trynna f*cking tell y’all Best album I ever did, n*gga. Hungry, boy! [?], we going places, man