Released on 2006

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[Intro:]

Yup, yup, yessir

Yup, yup, yessir


[Verse 1]

Ayo, let me enlighten y'all, let me spark this shit

We amongst the yellow juice sippers and the kush crumblers

The diesel distributors and coca tumblers

We shut down the club in amazement for those that are under us

The go-pro bitches, they wanna run with us

Wanna blow me slowly, speed it up, fuck it, just run with us

Wanna have fun with us, not be distraught and sick

Cause when the Enzo pull up, nigga park yo' whip

Spectators be yapping on some Bob Costa shit

I ain't just talking shit, I'm Marcus Vick

Without the Heisman Trophy but with the Hawaiian Sophies

Frequent flyer miles, I be flying, them hoes be

The chain tucked your sight 'cause you eyeing it grossly

Reach is a toothbrush, the iron is close, we

Keep me surrounded, so please don't try it

Them po' don't think, no time to decide it

Unless you wanna be in the papers, and you headlining

Your whole fucking name followed by 'he dying'

If that was your food for thought you should go on a diet, haha

I just fried it


[Chorus]

Yup, yup, yessir

Yup, yup, yessir

Yup, yup, yessir

Yup, yup, yessir


[Verse 2]

I just arrived in a five-star hotel out in Hotlanta

Speeding away from a van filled with bitches with cameras

The flash hits my ear, blinds 'em all with the gamma

Me and a stripper, she got a bubble and that cute Southern grammar

You know the type, probably stripped from Texas to Tampa

Waiting to lie, telling you it was for college or Pampers

But I go through drastic measures not to ask as pleasure

I trade the gas and breakfast for the ass and the headers

Then "Top of the morning to ya," now she gotta zoom home

She gotta dance all night until the moon's gone

We head to Magic City, gotta hit a new zone

All you see is pearls, silent colors, two tones

On your life, nigga, nothing but tombstones

Some many Phantoms, the parking lot look like a graveyard

It's the domain where err'body play God

The underlings is king, ordering more by the card

Throw 20 grand up whenever Jeezy says "Yeah"

Give a new meaning to the phrase, "There's money in the air"

I was there


[Chorus]

Yup, yup, yessir

Yup, yup, yessir

Yup, yup, yessir

Yup, yup, yessir