I'm in a Batmobile with a droptop, Switchin' lanes

He in the Crib, Laid up, with a bitch, He scrapping up change

Was born to lived this shit in Atlanta, I be fuckin up Couches, I be makin' it rain, Run up da Bag so fast, I be making em going insane, they be seekin' for fame

Got em learnin' from me, I ain't learnin' from you

I'm the one that be teachin' the game, uh-uh

I pop out in the public, people be yellin, screamin' my name, okkk

Her hair a boutique, her toes, her nails on fleek

Pop out, fly out for the week, baby girl bow down to me

She gon' do what I tell her to, slurp me up, get down on knees

Beat that box-in I be droppin' shit like woppaeeyyys

Early, daily, chasin' a bag it ain't no stoppin' me

Got like a dime in both of my pocket

Amiri my jeans, huh

So cold on my wrist, I be makin' it snow

Forgot I'm controllin' the forecast, brand new Lamborghini

Push it forward, might break right through the glass

Just don't give me a reason, see black, won't like when I get mad

My Lul hood bitch, know she really the one

Tote a whole lotta guns with a whole lotta ass

Ain't nothin' but a bounty tag for the perks and the cash

Put a price on his ass, huh

I ain't throwin' out a flag till they free my dad, uh

I got hella motion, pass it to my dog, cuz he was open

On the line, Hail Mary, he like Randy Moss, mix w/ Terrell Owens

Fucked dem other **** on the sideline, they forever boo-in

I be in the booth with different flows, I'm goin' forever flowin

I been on Dey mind ohhhhh, don't like me, I do not know

Would of thought he had his eyes closed, or his ass must was blindfolded

I just been pimpin' more than pinky, come through with a lot of hoes

She is freak, she keepin' her legs closed, but keep a rose

Got a lot of guap, bought my mama a house, and bitch, I drop top

I been thinkin' global, been mobile, been had the city locked

Comin' in onest on Dey Ass, leave the dustin' the air

If we race to the top, okay, I spend a bag on her hair

Couldn't say I wouldn't there, I'll rather you not, okay

Ooh, I do this shit with ease, I know your pockets hurtin' much

Feature cost him 50 G's,brought 10, he wasn't talkin' much

Not my fault you claim you up, but ya paper it ain't addin' up

Got me a Hunnit, that's put in the tuck,Think cappin' then call my bluff

I'm in a Batmobile with a drop top, switchin' lanes

He in the crib laid up with the bitch, he be scrappin up change uhn

Was born to live this shit in Atlanta

I be Fuckin up couches, I be makin' it rain

Run up the bag so fast, I be makin' em goin insane

They be seekin for fame

Got em learnin' from me

I ain't learnin' from you, I'm the one that be teachin' the game uhn

I pop out in the public, people yellin, screamin' my name okkk

Hef Hair Boutique, Her Toes, her nails On fleek

Pop out, fly out for the week, baby girl, bow down to me

She gon' do what I tell her to, slurp me up, get down on knees

Beat that box in I be dropping

' shit like woppaeeyyys

I'm in a Batmobile with a Batmobile with a Batmobile bitch

My mans Milly on da phone fresh off da clock, man, my boy fresh off the clock, man

Yall know wtfuck goin' on, real motion, man, STB, man

Man, y'all know what the fuck goin' on

STB Bardi in the fuckin' building

Motherfuckin, motherfuckin' artists of the century

All different types of flows, y'all know how this shit Go, man

Motherfuckin' big Bardi, man, pop that shit, man