(Intro – Rick Ross)
Any ni**a, any ni**a been throwing shade or hating in the concluding three years, f**yard em
Yeah, we due south**tting on y'all right now
We own't giving no passes, yeah, you lot pu**y
Blindside, ha, bang
Ni**equally all the same got the same car from my Trilla album, what?

(Poesy 1 – Papoose)
This summer, I'm simply riding in convertibles, son
I'm signed to MMG, money, murder and guns
Rick Ross was official, I knew him a long fourth dimension
Cause he took off his shades just so he can look in my eye
Back with the remix, heard you back in the precinct
Quit yapping, you ain't packing a mean grip
Automatic with 3 clips
You rap with no reason
Stacked with some hateful chips
I spent a rack on a clean whip
Backing it back with a cardinal flip
Back and…man, don't have to believe information technology
Married the queen chick
She be keeping her king lit
I exist liking her cleavage
Clapping upwards leaches
When they ratchet, I leak it
That'south when I'm reaching
You paraplegic
Automatic, Primary P but you go defeated with the mafia like the 3 6
The kingpin take an actual reason to finish you maggots from breathing
No casa burn, how it's pacifier, burn arms, burn chromes when you rappers exceeded
Trapping and eating, got em back on the defence, I be having em speechless
Burn down flashing, got em…feeling shots but I gotta see information technology

(Chorus – Jaquae)
This time I ain't playing off-white
I'ma take what's mine
I want more money, more part, goddamn
Ni**a, it's about that fourth dimension
I'one thousand dorsum on my bulls**t
I'm back on my bulls**t
I said I'1000 back on my bulls**t
I'm back on my bulls**t, hey

(Verse 2 – Rick Ross)
Met Pap in 96, fresh off the bus
Residue in my raps from property dust
I didn't wanna in instance I made her touch her toes
We touching money but really, who touch the nearly?
Nosotros on the corner with my slugs popping wheelies
Nosotros never run cause nosotros know who run the metropolis
She on the train just to let us run the train
Who do the body, I'ma give that boy a chain
Hustler, I got it tatted on my neck
20 deal Presidents tatted across my chest
At present they say that male child the best
Tell us what you know cause you don't get no respect
I pass it to Papoose out on a fast break
Her pu**y tin never be better than what's in my ashtray
Bang, biggest
Her pu**y tin can never be ameliorate than what's in my ashtray

(Chorus – Jaquae)
This time I ain't playing fair
I'ma take what'southward mine
I desire more money, more function, goddamn
Ni**a, it's nearly that fourth dimension
I'm back on my bulls**t
I'm back on my bulls**t
I said I'1000 dorsum on my bulls**t
I'g back on my bulls**t, hey

(Outro – Rick Ross)
Ayo, Pap, remember when we met at the 5 villains photoshoot?
Like yo, own't no v Philly villains, ni**a
We the time to come of the rap game
Futurity of the civilization
Nosotros the biggest
Nosotros shook hands then, homie
See it in my optics then, ni**a, let'south become