[Intro: Ludacris]

You got ludacris right here

The multimillion dollar man

Introducing you to Playaz Circle

Tity Boy and Dolla Boy, right?

But Imma go first, check me out

[Verse 1: Ludacris]

I'm back up in the mix again

Back up in the 6 again

Not a [?] rapper, but use more rubbers than Michelin

I won my court battle, now I'm smoking a joint

I spent half a million dollars just to prove a fucking point

Now back up in your face again

Back up in the place again

So what I'm out of court? itch, I'm back up on the [?] again

Ready to sell another couple million records

Fans ready to write another couple million letters

Like "Luda, how I get to you?

Luda, Imma get to you

Luda, you a monster, what the fucks gotten into you?"

I tell 'em "life is a bitch and a half

Whether I'm rich as fuck now, I was rich in the passed"

So all you foney ass niggas, get kicked in the ass

Tryna rap against my crew [?] throw your shit in the trash

Kill your whole reputation, and bury your dreams

Just cause I know that things ain't always what they motherfucking seem

[Verse 2: Dolla Boy]

The name's Dolla, but you can call me D.A.1

Just beat another case, like I'm the D.A.'s son

And we ain't done, and we ain't from

Where you from

And this ain't fun, you better keep your gun

On you, in case a case catch up

No way that you can jack us

[?] 3 months, then it's time to pack up

DTP Duffle Bag, don't need no other back up

'Bout to eat another budget, still a hundred racks up

So I tell the [?] "I want that one"

No problem, my partners'll [?] one

Don't make me act dumb

It gets crazy, raising this AK if he try to play me

I'm from the Southside, where we move blocks daily

And keep the aditude like fuck you pay me

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]

If I hit the trap, man, it's back to the basics

The way a nigga rapping, I'm showing signs of greatness

Switched the grill [?] Chevy, that's a face lift

I heard a ho said out the crew, I'm her favorite

You know I bring the pain, when I bring the dames

She don't wanna fuck me, she wanna fuck my chain

I don't wanna fuck her, I wanna fuck her friend

Plus I got a stupid check in these Gucci jeans

Fill up my Gucci bag, man, I hustle hard

Don't you see the 26's on the muscle car?

I'm in the mix at a topless bar

When I pull up, I hop out the front of a topless ar

You know I'm poppin off, poppin tags

When I hit the dealership, let 'em know that I'm droppin cash

Duffle Bag Boys, Dolla and Titi Boy

On Munday night, you can call me Magic City Boy