[Hook: T-Pain]
See I’m that head n***a in charge
Leave you dead in your garage
Y’all n***as scared, you seein’ dreads and camouflage
Don’t get me fucked up, all these n***as call me sarge
It’ll be like wham, bam, thank you ma’am
I’m that head n***a in charge
I get paper, I got goons, I got hoes
I ain’t hatin, you get money
I’m that head n***a in charge
You ain’t bout it what you fuckin’ with me for
It’ll be like wham, bam, thank you ma’am
I’m that head n***a in charge

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I just won me a kilo
My n***as speakin’ in Creole
They call me the chef
You know I fry like grill
Started learnin the ropes
Sweatsuits and the Locs
Homie taught me to whip
So he made us a toast
They speak my name like a myth
Went and got me a Ghost
Picked him up in the suite
They gave my n***a the most
They be hard on real n***as
Gotta stay on my toes
They be watchin’ my twitter
Gotta watch what I post
Cowards all by the killers
Wrong one to approach
What you spent on your video
That went on the coat
Spend a million with Jacob
Another several with Johnny
I mean look at my Bezel
We got it lookin’ Versace
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Master P]
Cookin’ yams in the morning
Tell the streets that we back
See I fuck with you pussies
But I don’t fuck with you rats
Thirteen when I cop it
26 when I drop it
N***a call me James Harden
Like I played with the Rockets
36 O-Z’s
Watch I whip it to fifty
Don’t talk on the android
Cause the feds be listenin’
I got million dollar connects
In my minute I touch
Have tons of that raw
False bottom in the trucks
Brought that brand new blues
And I’m balled up n***a
I’m that country boy
Sellin’ fiends walnuts
And supermodels be mysidepiece
I made more money than your favorite rapper
Bitch when I was on the streets
No Limit
[Hook]

[Outro: Master P]
Uh Huh
Check it out killer
I’ll show you how to get money, get paper
I’m like instant grits, just add water