[Intro]

[Verse 1]

I put on

I said "We don't need no stinking badges"

They know who we are and what we got in our bags's

And I just left the bank so I come through laughing

Shine so bright I could cut through traffic, now

Everybody wanna talk about what he make

But my iPhone got Flappy Bird, that's 3K on that eBay

3 Stacks of Benjamins, nickname Andre

So keep your pair of J's I got me a pair of Beyonces!

All on my mouth like liquor, uh

The whip lean like it's sipping on sizzurp

I'm A-Town tizzurnt, H-Town trizzill

100 dollar bizzills, 100 broads from Brazil, I'm a killa

I turn heads, snap necks baby

Young Peter Parker & your girl Gwen Stacy

So they wanna put a shell in my back like a Master Roshi

I'm looking like the coldest lick, tongue attached to the rollie, eww!

[Chorus]

Now the kids I went to high school with be like "Damn homie!

In high school I was the man homie! But look what happened to you

You the man homie!"

Haha, yeah

Because I come through in your favorite name brand clothes

With a white girl, make you bleed from your nose

Boy well known like my name Mike Jones!

(Who?) Mike Jones! (Who?) Mike Jones!

[Bridge x2]

And they know who the hell I am

And they know who the hell I be

Just peep your girl's lock screen

That's me (That's me!) That's me

[Verse 2]

And Imma need a pair or more

Redhead girls like Paramore, to drop it to the floor

And let it bounce, let it wiggle

Drop it like you in a music video

You the hottest, you the you the hottest

Drop-drop-drop it like you're trying to change the topic

But I ain't trying to wife, I'm trying to get this change lil' mama

So when I blow a stack you throw it back, that's paper karma

My favorite karma is when the..

[Chorus x2]

(I grew up a screw up) hold up, hold up (x2)

[Verse 3]

I grew up under T.I.P.'s & Young Jeezy's

Weezy's, DBZ, and Bun B's

Shady's & 50's, Nas' & Jay-Z's

Pac & Biggie, but I want them to praise me

Grinding my ass off, trying to blast off

Until the day you need shades trying to read my name, I got

Money in my veins and they trying to stop the cash flow

I be in the game like a one man Smash Bros. roster

Off the rip, I walk through and close lips

(Shh) You could hear them drop a pin

You could hear them drop they jaw, the shock and awe

You could hear them snap they necks like they clapped 8 TECs!

You could see I'm bout my checks, I stand erect

I ain't a stand up dude? You stand corrected

You a stand-up comedian, sit your ass down

You sad clown, I'ma son you, I'ma make your dad proud, what!

[Chorus x2]

5-0-8, 2-6-4

You can't have my number though, haha!