[Intro: Jeezy]
C.T.E, N***a--
C.T.E, N***a--
First off, shoutout's to Louisiana n***as,- yeah
Yo, Boosie- I was thinking, n***a
I done lost a lot of 'homeboys', a whole lot of money
But i'm still here n***a
I ain't never told on no n***a (You betta' believe it)
Believe it! (You betta' believe it)
I ain't never turned 'state' on no n***a (My money don't fold)
You know,- I ain't never been in no n***a case, his 'paperwork'
None of that bullshit! (Always stay true, stick to the 'G-CODE')

[Chorus: Boosie Badazz]
You better believe it, you better believe it
You better believe it (my money don't fold, I'm gettin' this dough)
You better believe it, you better believe it
You better believe it (always stay true stick to the G code)
You better believe it
(I'ma stay on the grind, getting mine like a real n***a should)
You better believe it
(I'ma still do me, be the same OG who put it down for the hood)
You better believe it
(I'ma rep my block every city, every town everywhere I go)
You better believe it (that's if you didn't know)
You better believe it
[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Stack 'brick', on top of 'brick'
Yeah, I laid my 'foundation', then I built my house
And it was- mixtape after mixtape
And then, the next thing you know, I was runnin' the south
'Streets' introduced me into the 'trap'
See, that wasn't enough, see, I wanted the world
And that's about the time that my album dropped
And then, the next thing you know, I was runnin' the world
Who ya' think ya' is bitch? One of the girls?
See ya' ass in ya jeans, makes me wonder girl
I'm a 'super n***a', need a cape from him? (A cape from me)
Real 'street n***as', they relate to me
A big disappointment, I would hate to be
In the wrong place, at the wrong time
On the wrong line, with the wrong man
Right car, with the wrong 'thang'
Can't tell me shit, I'm a grown man
Sixteen years old, with a whole 'thang'
Same clothes for days, same spot for months
Box of baking soda and a box of 'blunts'
If it's money you want, it's money you get
Ya' hang out with ya' 'plug, then it's money you wit'
Ya' ever believe that I'd ever believe-
That I'd ever achieve what I ever achieved?
[Chorus: Boosie Badazz]
You better believe it, you better believe it
You better believe it (my money don't fold, I'm gettin' this dough)
You better believe it, you better believe it
You better believe it (always stay true stick to the G code)
You better believe it
(I'ma stay on the grind, getting mine like a real n***a should)
You better believe it
(I'ma still do me, be the same OG who put it down for the hood)
You better believe it
(I'ma rep my block every city, every town everywhere I go)
You better believe it (that's if you didn't know)
You better believe it

[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]
Boosie Badazz
Ladies and gentlemen, it's 'Boosie-Boo'
King of Louisiana, I been the truth
If you don't know, better ask somebody
I am the show and the afterparty
I'm stacking 'dough'
I ain't gotta sell 'crack' no mo',- still on my grind
Got a lot of kids at home-
Gotta get it on, late night, to the early morn'
Fifty grand, in my pants, like- Ivy Smith
Give back to the hood, like- Nino Brown
Neck kind of 'freezy', boy believe me
You can 'playa hate', but take it easy
We got the streets, me and Jeezy (Who dat?)
Learned from the game, how to stack the 'breezy'
Got love from the hood, so it's all good
We both gon' eat, me and Jeezy (Who dat?)
Riding down the highway (*Zoom*, *Zoom*)
.4-5, on the side me (*Boom*, *Boom*)
Bad chick on side me ("oughnm", "oughnm")
She 'rollercoaster ride' me (Woooo!)
In the projects, where ya, find me
I got the hood behind me
My records selling out the stores, now
My money don't fold, now
You best believe it, they feeling me
From Alaska to Tennessee
From the East to the West Coast
I smoke on the best smoke
We pushing Lambos, Phantoms
And Bentley coupes, now
People hollerin' out the window
"Hey Boosie, you got the 'juice' now!
[Verse 3: Webbie]
Stop this bitch, let me tell the world something
From the bottom to the top, shoulda' seen that shit
Me and my lil' thug, got it from the mud
Every thing I spit, I really mean that shit
It's crazy, ain't it? Hard to explain it
I done got famous, all I did was bring it
The Savage Life, behind the mic
Now everybody hollerin' 'bout "Trill Entertainment"
Rest in peace, Pimp C
I scream that shit, every time I do shows
You put me on- and I ain't forget
So for my n***a, I gotta fuck two hoes
I got it, whatever y'all mean, that I ain't got cream (Huaghn?)
If you see me in the hood, don't think I can't leave
When I was nineteen, I really had whole mil'
These other lil' n***as- just sellin' ya'll dreams
I ain't through yet, I done done at all
But, it got a lot of stuff that I ain't get to do, yet
I fucked up, I ain't make it through school
Wanna' see if my kids gon' make it through that
From Miami, to L.A
Back to Manhattan, where the big cake
From Baton Rouge, I done did it
Go ahead, admit it, I'm the shit, hey!
And, I don't care what a bitch say
I'ma be like this, 'til I get gray
And I ain't puttin' no rims on it
When it's '500', ya' ride factory
The new album is on the way
When it's the real deal, you know ya' gotta' wait
Bad-Azz, gon' act a dog ass
And y'all already know that

[Chorus: Boosie Badazz]
You better believe it, you better believe it
You better believe it (my money don't fold, I'm gettin' this dough)
You better believe it, you better believe it
You better believe it (always stay true stick to the G code)
You better believe it
(I'ma stay on the grind, getting mine like a real n***a should)
You better believe it
(I'ma still do me, be the same OG who put it down for the hood)
You better believe it
(I'ma rep my block every city, every town everywhere I go)
You better believe it (that's if you didn't know)
You better believe it