[Hook: T-Pain]

See I’m that head nigga in charge

Leave you dead in your garage

Y’all niggas scared, you seein’ dreads and camouflage

Don’t get me fucked up, all these niggas call me sarge

It’ll be like wham, bam, thank you ma’am

I’m that head nigga in charge

I get paper, I got goons, I got hoes

I ain’t hatin, you get money

I’m that head nigga in charge

You ain’t bout it what you fuckin’ with me for

It’ll be like wham, bam, thank you ma’am

I’m that head nigga in charge

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

I just won me a kilo

My niggas speakin’ in Creole

They call me the chef

You know I fry like grill

Started learnin the ropes

Sweatsuits and the Locs

Homie taught me to whip

So he made us a toast

They speak my name like a myth

Went and got me a Ghost

Picked him up in the suite

They gave my nigga the most

They be hard on real niggas

Gotta stay on my toes

They be watchin’ my twitter

Gotta watch what I post

Cowards all by the killers

Wrong one to approach

What you spent on your video

That went on the coat

Spend a million with Jacob

Another several with Johnny

I mean look at my Bezel

We got it lookin’ Versace

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Master P]

Cookin’ yams in the morning

Tell the streets that we back

See I fuck with you pussies

But I don’t fuck with you rats

Thirteen when I cop it

26 when I drop it

Nigga call me James Harden

Like I played with the Rockets

36 O-Z’s

Watch I whip it to fifty

Don’t talk on the android

Cause the feds be listenin’

I got million dollar connects

In my minute I touch

Have tons of that raw

False bottom in the trucks

Brought that brand new blues

And I’m balled up nigga

I’m that country boy

Sellin’ fiends walnuts

And supermodels be mysidepiece

I made more money than your favorite rapper

Bitch when I was on the streets

No Limit

[Hook]

[Outro: Master P]

Uh Huh

Check it out killer

I’ll show you how to get money, get paper

I’m like instant grits, just add water