[Verse 1: HoodyBaby]

You at home broke as fuck doing the milly rock

I'm in Hollywood with millions, check my Diddy bop

Sipping Actavis, I put that on my double cup

Pushing work, man, we got the whole city hot

Raised up on Jeezy, Jay'd up on Yeezys

Young Money millionaires, me, T and Weezy

Sixteen in the peezy

Another sixteen, that's a PT

36 that's a keyzee

Push button start, bitches thought I lost my keys, please

Trappin' out my haunted house of ghosts, there's some scares there

And I got that work, homie yeah, yeah

Finessing all these niggas, I need air fare

All these diamonds dancing on me, baby very

I might call them Michael Jordans, I need every pair

Tell your homie hit my line, I got fishscale

[Verse 2: T-Streets]

Certified hustler, yeah, real street nigga

It took me 31 years to make my first million

But I ain't trippin', this the beginnin'

Lost deposits at Chase, no time for chasing women

All black Porsche slammed on them red mags

I peel her top back and watch the haters get mad

They need to stop it, niggas don't like when you

Balling on them bitches, they just mad ‘cause they ain't got shit

And niggas with the gossip, ol' Dr. Phil ass nigga

You might as well go 'head on and start a talk show

Me and Hoody making big moves off in this Tahoe

Your bitch travel hundred feet, work off in that rental

Backstabber smile in my face, showing the dentals

But you know me, I chunk the deuces at them bitches

Never stop the chat, I keep it moving on them bitches

In and out of town and yeah I do it for my city

East side New Orleans is where a nigga get it

So have your money right or else I ain't fucking with ya

And I ain't posing twice so I hope you got the picture

Ya dig?

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

Reporting live from the mother ship

And I ain't talking nothin' but Young Money shit

Yeah, I ain't talking no more Cash Money shit

Yeah, I ain't talking no more, now I'm coming, bitch

Distorting guys with the cutter

I'll rob a motherfucker talking all that big money shit

Got me hustling like I never had shit

I'm restarting from the bottom, now ain't that a bitch

But watch me turn this pit into a Brad Pitt

Yeah, watch me turn this world into a hand print

The money made me hungry like I'm fastin'

I see the stars lining up, I feel like NASA

I seen my homies give up on me like a marriage

I went back and counted up and no more stunting like my daddy, ah

Then my bitches hit me up and said she love me like a daddy, ah

Cuban bitch walking 'round my house like she live there

Wake up in her mouth, she dribble like Sebastian Telfair

I see y'all ain't playin' fair, I see you, you layin' there

You see bitches everywhere, you might see them in Vanity Fair

My homie got that Danity Kane

Them shots like planes they landing here

Oh yeah, and we got them bitches on that wifi

It's a bird, it's a plane, them bitches sky high

Back up off me motherfucker, whoa yeah yeah

Me, T and Hoody feel like Dame, Hov and Ty-Ty

Me, Mack and Po feel like Lyor, Hov and Tata

My bitch don't own panty hoes nor a bra top

Roll up the windows in the Rolls, nigga hotbox

Cut on some Drizzy in this bitch, we don't cha cha

Whole time I was ready, ain't no cat and mouse in my fetti

Ain't no Thomas, ain't no Jerry

Ain't it really ain't no thang, you niggas really don't gang bang

I'm with that mob smoking gas, ain't no limit on my tank

Up, up, up and away, cup, cup, cuppin' all day

We sipping that oil, we sipping that oil, more oil than Oil of Olay

You killas don't play, kill 'em on sight in the middle of the day

Shoot a nigga right in the middle of his face

Bullet be biting like a venomous snake

Pussy be tighter than traffic, LA

We got that white, we traffic all day

I went from Kool Aid and PBJ

Now it's champagne and caviar steak

But still reporting live from the gutter, bitch

Before I fade away I hit 'em with the stutter step

Yeah, now before I fade away I gotta stutter step

Before I fade away I hit 'em with the stutter step

I hustle like it's nothin', left my woman in her underwear

My youngin don't wear underwear, I love my -

Yeah I love my baby mothers, yeah, little hoody ain't no huggy bear

I represent that grizzly bear, my neck look like a city fair

Page out the Jungle Book, amazed is how your woman looks

When she see me and all my niggas coming

Afraid is how your gunners look, we take a finger, tongue or foot

And mail it to your people, we mean business, get that understood

Big ol' bag of fuckin' good, a little bad, a ton of good

I'm pretty like Blair Underwood, she insecure, my gun secured okay

I'm pretty like Blair Underwood, she insecure, my gun secured okay

No ceilings