[Verse 1: Kourtney Money]
Ever since a jit, I had my own style
Did my own thang, sold my own caine
What the fuck these n***as think, Money not [?]
East Atlanta shawty, boy, I'm too real
B.M.G. the shit, we taking over thangs
And I don't wanna hear these n***as mention Money name
You got a problem with me, n***a, come and check me then
I'ma be right on this flat, I was born to win
I send your ass a dummy in a heartbeat
So geeked up on this molly, I don't even go to sleep
I'm [?] n***as 'bout this fucking paper
Kourtney Money been a real money maker
Don't hear shit that you saying, 'cause you's a fucking faker
You was raised around them hatеrs, you don't got no paper
N***a, that's why you mad, n***a, that's why you mad
'Cause [?] fucking with me, and wе getting this cash

[Chorus: Kourtney Money]
Word on the street, B.M.G. the shit
And y'all n***as playing, but we running shit
And we taking orders, n***a, what you need?
Black Migo Gang, yeah, we run the streets
Word on the street, B.M.G. the shit
And y'all n***as playing, but we running shit
And we taking orders, n***a, what you need?
Black Migo Gang, yeah, we run the streets
[Verse 2: VL Deck]
Word on the street, VL signed to Scooter
B.M.G., we turnt, bitch we rapping, but we shooters
Everywhere we go, I ain't lieing, it's a movie
Snap a hundred pictures, acting bad on the groupies
Truckload situation, boy, fuck your re-up
[?] with lil Scooter, show you how to pull up
[?], B.M.G. the power
Thumbing through the check, boy, I took a whole hour
Made hoes break they ankels, you make it rain, I make it shower
The Astin outside, [?] not Austin Powers

[Chorus: Kourtney Money]
Word on the street, B.M.G. the shit
And y'all n***as playing, but we running shit
And we taking orders, n***a, what you need?
Black Migo Gang, yeah, we run the streets
Word on the street, B.M.G. the shit
And y'all n***as playing, but we running shit
And we taking orders, n***a, what you need?
Black Migo Gang, yeah, we run the streets

[Verse 3: Dee]
I'm not indostry, I'm in the streets
Word is that I signed with streets
Flip birds just like [?]
My diamonds, you can't see
They go dumb, just like [?]
I cook up, I don't teach
Multiply your salerey
That ain't even half of me
Got a boatload, got a truckload
Got a new plug that I call Gold
And I don't have to touch it, once it's in, it's already sold
B.M.G. and [?]
Send [?] for a tip toe
Chopper chop your body [?]
Best thing is to get low
[Chorus: Kourtney Money]
Word on the street, B.M.G. the shit
And y'all n***as playing, but we running shit
And we taking orders, n***a, what you need?
Black Migo Gang, yeah, we run the streets
Word on the street, B.M.G. the shit
And y'all n***as playing, but we running shit
And we taking orders, n***a, what you need?
Black Migo Gang, yeah, we run the streets