text: Run that back, Turbo
  Whippin that Masi, pay me for the party
  I dont wear Ed Hardy, got drip on my body 
  Ten thousand ones for these strippers in Follies 
  Codeine I sip while Im smoking exotic 
  Working like Gotti, my crew almighty
  No TGI Fridays, eat five-star, we dining 
  All of my bitches want VVS diamonds 
  Throw racks in the club and start changing the climate 
  Oh, H round my waist, Im back rocking Hermes 
  Givenchy Air Forces, they cost me a band 
  I rock a show, give some racks to my man 
  I eat the cake too, brought my bitch to the sand 
  I geek up my whips and live life on the edge 
  Slime out of town so Im sipping this red 
  I cannot cap, these racks getting to my head 
  Young Gunna rappin, I really was trappin
  My wrist need a napkin, Rolex got me wet 
  Drip they gon jack it, Marc Jacobs my jacket
  Them folks had to tax me, shit cost me some bread 
  European stitching, love shopping in France
  She want a vacation, my bitch need a tan 
  Fear of God pants match my Fear of God Vans 
  You niggas werent there when I needed a hand 
  Whippin that Masi, pay me for the party
  I dont wear Ed Hardy, got drip on my body 
  Ten thousand ones for these strippers in Follies 
  Codeine I sip while Im smoking exotic 
  Working like Gotti, my crew almighty
  No TGI Fridays, eat five-star, we dining 
  All of my bitches want VVS diamonds 
  Throw racks in the club and start changing the climate 
  I want the money, I dont want no Tommy
  My pockets stuffed, yeah I keep it on me 
  My whip a snow bunny, I love them blue hunnids 
  Brand new Masi and the Bentley Armani 
  Bite that Lacoste, I jumped out the porch as a boss, yeah
  Drinking Hi-Tech in the loft, raw
  My bitch got a ass thats soft 
  No, this aint no gas its cigar
  I roll up Backwood and gelato 
  Im rocking Valentino with the red bottoms
  Givenchy stars got me fucking a model
  Poppin seals, we dont drink bottles
  Hustle hard about that almighty dollar 
  Try to play me, put that K to your collar
  Snakes in the garden, my Gucci Mufasa
  Pablo Juan, bitch, Im the plug like a charger
  Whippin that Masi, pay me for the party
  I dont wear Ed Hardy, got drip on my body 
  Ten thousand ones for these strippers in Follies 
  Codeine I sip while Im smoking exotic 
  Working like Gotti, my crew almighty
  No TGI Fridays, eat five-star, we dining 
  All of my bitches want VVS diamonds 
  Throw racks in the club and start changing the climate