[Intro: Young Thug]

Me and Metro, up late night man, [?] be in here too

We just high as hell, we just recording

Let's do it

[Chorus: Young Thug]

Only keep a bag for the rest of streets on the road

In love with my dog, I'ma feed 'em nothin' but pesto

I'm not from N-O but I'm stickin' to the G Code

Call 'em, let 'em know that I'm on the road with a load

Come tell my doggy to be fired like you in loads

When it come to Actavis, I'm a J just like Cole

Stack it to the ceiling, man, you know that shit gon' fold

Ran up my money, I ran it up like I know

Run it up

[Verse 1: Young Thug]

Oh-oh, run it up

Sell Backwoods, we hustle

I need weed, I need lean, it's a must

Catch a ho, leave her stained, no must

Ooh, nigga money long like a bus

Fuck the other side, they ain't leanin', they ain't drinkin' Tuss'

Ooh, nigga bitch wanna fuckin' lust

Ooh, and I'ma pay for her school

Niggas sick of takin' Ls, he never renewed

I put birds inside a car, now that's a chicken coupe

C4 bleedin' like a fool, I'm too damn bool

Bought a mink and put it on like I live at the zoo

Hannah Montana, got me muggin' and bustin'

Got a crush on my cousin

YSL 'til I'm dead and dusty, I promise it's nothin'

Whole lot of hunnids, lot of bills in a rubber band, I keep 'em by the dozen

And your mink ain't real, call 46 hundred, and it's kinda fluffy

[Chorus: Young Thug]

Only keep a bag for the rest of streets on the road

In love with my dog, I'ma feed 'em nothin' but pesto

I'm not from N-O but I'm stickin' to the G Code

Call 'em, let 'em know that I'm on the road with a load

Come tell my doggy to be fired like you in loads

When it come to Actavis, I'm a J just like Cole

Stack it to the ceiling, man, you know that shit gon' fold

Ran up my money, I ran it up like I know

Run it up

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]

Too much money, only one dick, too much honeys

Five on the dick but two run from me

I leave that pussy hot like a cat in the oven, ooh

Now we at the derby

Tubs on my man, that's a young rastafari

Find me a tall, what deep, burger [?]

In your bitch jaws like a dentist, I'm so sorry

I be a you tumbling, tumbling hoes

Couple of bamboos done fucked up my dough

Head in a cup for a nigga that's ghost

But when you get money, that's the way it go

Got me a model bitch, 'cane in her nose

Chop the moolah, yeah, she came with the clothes

Yves Saint Laurent is the right clothes

I just can't get my shit else no where on the globe

Straight off the runway and not at a show

Straight out of Harlem, I came to explode

Feel like outside it's a hit everywhere I go

Feel like I'm trill, I can't fuck with our flow

Better hop on the boat

Cut to my block, better tuck in your dope

'Cause my niggas like bitches with 40 below

I said do not sleep with a nigga like 40 below

[Chorus: Young Thug]

Only keep a bag for the rest of streets on the road

In love with my dog, I'ma feed 'em nothin' but pesto

I'm not from N-O but I'm stickin' to the G Code

Call 'em, let 'em know that I'm on the road with a load

Come tell my doggy to be fired like you in loads

When it come to Actavis, I'm a J just like Cole

Stack it to the ceiling, man, you know that shit gon' fold

Ran up my money, I ran it up like I know

Run it up