Intro:
Yeah
Just like that, baby boy
Brrat
Y’all understand me
Bigger than life (crazy)
Y’all understand me? (yeah)
The sun do shine
Believe me (yeah)
Down bottom (yeah)
Brrat (yeah)

Hook
Give me my *
Job for my goons
Cooked up the food
Got the ice for the jewels
* the hustle money *
Buyin’ or sell
Private jets *
See, we live a luxury life
Dom P., pearl white
Harvey Davis bike
Mansion on sight
Do the five mikes
Take the five mikes
* five mikes.
Five star and * life (brrat)

Birdman
Bounce back, rebel
Going in a * sell
I’m raising hell doing swell
Make the mail*, the mirror
Make the money, * tell
Make the money
Flip the money
* show and tell (yeah)
From the bottom
Where the roaches at
Hit the light switch
Where the roaches scat
Bounce back, hella choppers
More stacks, out the back
To a bus * mill stack (yeah)
So she love me
So I * her right
From the floor, no ceilings
What a hella sight
Harley Davis is a * bike
Eleven-hundred, twelve-hundred
Models every night (yeah)
Put the suede with the plush leather
Leather so soft * do it any weather
Fly in any weather
Hustle in any weather
Shine in any weather (brrat)

Hook
Give me my *
Job for my goons
Cooked up the food
Got the ice for the jewels
* the hustle money *
Buyin’ or sell
Private jets *
See, we live a luxury life
Dom P., pearl white
Harvey Davis bike
Mansion on sight
Do the five mikes
Take the five mikes
* five mikes.
Five star and * life (brrat)

Bun B
This is G
Straight up out the wars, from out the back of the projects
Where * pull cords and choppers get pulled out
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Fresh up out the blue water like we at the harbor
This is my life (life)
A ghetto dream come true
Paper plates on the Benz, (Benz) ridin’ so new
On some 2011 * when I come through
Black paint, black seat
And the black rims, too
Can you see me *
I’m creeping on the low though
In the big-body four-door
With the four boy logo (logo)
Smokin’ * rolled up
In a damn * getting high as
* eagle dare drift (drift)
Ain’t that some damn *
And it’s true though
But it ain’t like I’m telling you
Something that you ain’t knew though
So don’t get it twisted like a noodle
I’ll put one in your noodle
And leave a * twisted
So what it do, Bro

Hook
Give me my *
Job for my goons
Cooked up the food
Got the ice for the jewels
* the hustle money *
Buyin’ or sell
Private jets *
See, we live a luxury life
Dom P., pearl white
Harvey Davis bike
Mansion on sight
Do the five mikes
Take the five mikes
* five mikes.
Five star and * life (brrat)

Young Jeezy
Give me my *
Jizzle got it bad
He ain’t no fool (nah)
Jizzle ‘bout his bag
2010 drop *, 26-inch
Stick in the back with the 100-round * (yeah)
Call him * bag, look at Mr. Toilet Paper
Call me half a * with the gasoline chaser
The hollow , we make the gasoline chase you
Smoke that fire *, till the gasoline face you
* heartless, he walkin’ with a pacer
Blue and yellow mirror, that’s my Indiana pacer
Black with the red beam, my Portland trail blazer
No playin’ where I’m from ‘cause we’ll trail blaze you
Don’t leave no *
And that’s on everything I own
But I swear * love every * I ever owned
Black head to toe with the Louis V. holster
Straight gangster, I match my four-door Porsche

Hook
Give me my *
Job for my goons
Cooked up the food
Got the ice for the jewels
* the hustle money *
Buyin’ or sell
Private jets *
See, we live a luxury life
Dom P., pearl white
Harvey Davis bike
Mansion on sight
Do the five mikes
Take the five mikes
* five mikes.
Five star and * life (brrat)