[Intro]
(Dre did it)

[Verse 1: Lil Bam]
Draw down like the cops, fuck n***a, freeze
Run me my fuck n***a fee
Talkin' 'bout you trappin', your shit better be cheap
We'll go 'cross your head for a P
I got his ho, she down on her knees
Like Megan Thee Stallion, a freak
I just cashed out, but it's like it was free
'Cause I ran that back up in a week
Dolce Gabbana, Dior on my feet
My pockets got stung by a bee
I keep the blue with the blue and the pink with the pink
When I spread it, my shit lookin' neat
I rock the Dickie suit with the Ree
Got some money, but still in the street
I'm a real Avondale n***a, free Bleek
Popeyes and Reggies, I want somethin' to eat

[Chorus: Lil Bam]
Walk in the room and I smell like the 'bows
My n***as strapped up like Girbaud
Real pimp shit, so I stick to the code
Make these hoes get it off the floor
Catchin' plays in the A, Julio
All the way down the field 'til I score
Ridin' around gettin' my dick sucked in the Ghost
Off the Perc', 'bout to run off the road
[Verse 2: Jucee Froot]
Flexed up in this bitch, like I'm striking a pose
No picture, I say that I'm froze
I'm ballin', I don't need a goal
I keep a K, I ain't talkin' no gold
Pussy's so good he's sellin' his soul
Now he all up under my posts
Switchin' these ho's like I'm switchin' my clothes
Bitch I'm a P, I repeat like a quote, woah
Droppin' like hit for a hit
I get that dough, like bricks, yeah
And I be fresher than mint
I drop a bag on the fit, yeah
VVS' on my wrist
Bitch I'm whippin' like some bricks, yeah
Ho' be talkin' all that shit
But they won't talk it to the stick, yeah
Lotta choppas, think I'm El Chapo
Where the street n***as at? Where the narcos?
Only comin' for the guapo
Give a n***a knot, give a n***a plane like he macho
I'm drippin' [?]
These bitches be sippin' my drip like a punch bowl
I beat it, like on go
I walk in the room and it drum like a drum roll
[Chorus: Lil Bam]
Walk in the room and I smell like the 'bows
My n***as strapped up like Girbaud
Real pimp shit, so I stick to the code
Make these hoes get it off the floor
Catchin' plays in the A, Julio
All the way down the field 'til I score
Ridin' around gettin' my dick sucked in the Ghost
Off the Perc', 'bout to run off the road (Maybach Music)

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Presidential Rolex and it's gold
Where I live at is bigger than Lowes (Huh)
Hundred bricks, I just get on the road
Break it down, let it go up your nose
If he ask who I put on the go
Fifty rounds, I'ma let this bitch go
Hundred million I made all my goals
But God damn, I'm just so mighty close
Another pussy n***a got shot down
Heinous act by a real n***a
All you fuck boys gettin' boxed out
And I'ma show just how I deal with you
[?] by the D.A
Such a threat with my real killers
Went to war and it's years later
Fuck n***as, they still fear
New watch, another eighty on it (Huh)
Tom Brady, whole label don't it (Huh)
Half time, went to Carolina
Then to Maryland, put a razor on it
Pussy n***a, never fake opponent
Bitch boy puttin' makeup on it
Beef with me, I'ma wack you, n***a
Still hands on and puttin' paper on it (Maybach Music)
[Chorus: Lil Bam & Rick Ross]
Walk in the room and I smell like the 'bows (Huh)
My n***as strapped up like Girbaud (Huh)
Real pimp shit, so I stick to the code
Make these hoes get it off the floor
Catchin' plays in the A, Julio (Huh)
All the way down the field 'til I score
Ridin' around gettin' my dick sucked in the Ghost
Off the Perc', 'bout to run off the road
Walk in the room and I smell like the 'bows
My n***as strapped up like Girbaud
Real pimp shit, so I stick to the code
Make these hoes get it off the floor
Catchin' plays in the A, Julio
All the way down the field 'til I score
Ridin' around gettin' my dick sucked in the Ghost
Off the Perc', 'bout to run off the road