[Intro: Rick Ross]
Trae I see ya, Rozay
I-I-Inkredible
Know what it is
Maybach Music

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
My attitude is fuck it, house big as Publix
Shoppin is a pleasure, pinky ring or nugget
N***as like the ride, sip lean out the bucket
I lean to the side, white whip Michael Douglas
Hard times call for drastic measures
I call my dog, he bought a mac 11
40 rounds hollerin where the yola at?
N***a dead serious, chopper with a shoulder strap
Microphone, Michael corleone I know I’m wrong
The man up above love for me to sing them poems
So sing along, you know the song I sing
Bring thеm things along, I gotta feed the team
It’s Rozay, I need 100 bottles
Yеllow bitches, all of em swallow
H town, n***a 305
I can move them packs, each and every night

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
All-red plaid shirt, skinny ass jeans on
Them goons at your front door, choppers out: "ding dong
Didn't I change the game and put my motherfucking team on
Now let my chopper ring, blaka is my ringtone
Fuck you ho-ass n***as, I get money and get over hoes
We hold court with them heaters, pop case open/closed
Looking for a bitch to hop up on my totem pole
And my blunt be stupid-fat, double-stuffed Oreos
I get loaded til I motherfucking overload
Been rapping, flows still tight like aerobic's clothes
Ask them bitches, I told em hoes
They back it up like Sonny drive in Bronx Tale, Calogero
Lighter in my pocket, light the sky rocket
Pull them hammers out and run them n***a's like stockings
Got some n***as from my city
Thugga, Dizzy, Flow
Sorry for the Wait, coming soon, Carter IV, beyotch
[Verse 3: Trae tha Truth]
Ughh, chyea, haha, uhh
Triple black panamera phantom of the streets
Quarterbackin bricks on top of these glass cleats
All these stones on my my neck and wrist part of the streets
Used to … endangered now its part of my seats
I’m in the hood under surveillance buncha haters watchin
Couple choppers out for dinner, failin ain't an option
Reclinable seats, invisible ceilings
Competition is murder, haters I'm killin
Fuck a money machine, I dont count it I blow it
Bitch my money conceited, it look good when I throw it
I’m a asshole, therefore my temper is reckless
I’m the city of Houston, you can tell them its Texas
The king of the streets, somewhere deep with gorillas
Behind something that's tinted, bitch you see the gorillas
These other dudes yellin truth, they only imitation
And when I see them its fuck ‘em minus the penetration

[Verse 4: Jadakiss]
Uhuh, yea, uh
We're gettin situated (mmm), I know you bitches hate it
I’m in a new Aston, the one Swizz created (haa-ha)
I can't give you a dime, but I can get you faded (yeah)
Before you become a member you get initiated (uh-huh)
A lot of racks, big ice, heavy weapon
The hood still love me cuz I never left them (uh-uh)
I distribute it (yeah), I get rid of it (yep)
Its all comin back (uhh), every bit of it
I’m territorial, its your memorial (yeah)
But don't feel bad, I’m talkin to all of you (yeah)
This is real shit, and that's nonsense (uh-huh)
I got AKs (what?), I got Thompsons (haha)
I got investors (yeah), I get sponsors (uh)
They scared of the crew (scared), I’m wit monsters (what?)
It ain't nothin for sure but we touchin the raw (uh)
And they gotta let us in or we rushin the door