[Intro]
(Gudda Tay on every beat, n***a)

[Verse 1]
These n***as ain't real as you think
They wanna go big, but they can't, yeah
Smell like a pound when I walk in the bank
Free all my n***as locked up with a shank
Big dog, n***a, hell yeah, I got rank
Want drank, lil' n***a, hell yeah, we got pints
Truck sound like a plane when that motherfucker crank
The bitch gon' fuck, so I made the ho wink

[Chorus]
I got a ring on every finger, n***a, I feel like The Lord of the Rings
My bitch so bad, she look like the ones you see in the magazine
'Fore I made it with this rap shit, I was posted up, n***a, servin' fiends
Turned the studio into a booty club, I rap while she shake ass for me

[Verse 2]
I ain't had no sleep, I been grindin' for weeks
Come shop with us, n***a, we got it for cheap
Rap n***as still tryna run with the swag
You know this drip, they got it from me
Swervin' this Benz, it's Wagen, the G
I'm talkin' 'bout Barbie, the front got a B
Can't walk in the show 'til they pay me the fee
Bet I walked on this bitch if I got on the beat
And the beat, boy, it came from Gudda
Fresh as fuck, but I came out the gutter
One thing I can't do, switch on my brother
Fuck these n***as, I been chasin' money
My daddy always told me keep it a hundred
Pay the plug right back if your ass got fronted
Feds all on my dick, I'm the hood most wanted
And I'm not with that sucker shit, I don't condone it
Her pussy so good, I fuck in the morning
Way the bitch talk, she be makin' me horny
Glock on my hip while a n***a performin'
If it ain't 'bout the money, it's lame and borin'
Bought a new house, but this shit four stories
Mama said, "N***a, no nuts, no glory"
Baby said she wanna suck and record it
I'm a 1'5 n***a, but I come from New Orleans
N***as be hatin', boy, that shit be like poison
Promoters can't book me, they cannot afford me
N***as don't like me, they keep that shit cordial
Paid cash for this house, I ain't got no mortgage
I got three phones, I can't run out of storage
Got bands on me, make her pussy get moist
I'm a player for real, so I don't gotta force it
Racks stuck in my jeans, shit look like Norbit
Pull up in Bentley, Ferrari, and Porsches
Went got that check like a Nike endorsement
And I been killin' the game like abortion
Had to get rich, they ain't leave me no choices
I'm in my bag, I ain't talkin' 'bout groceries
When I jump out that bitch, n***a, everybody notice it
Chopper on me, get to singin' like Jodeci
Never gon' fold, I ain't never had ho in me
[Chorus]
I got a ring on every finger, n***a, I feel like The Lord of the Rings
My bitch so bad, she look like the ones you see in the magazine
'Fore I made it with this rap shit, I was posted up, n***a, servin' fiends
Turned the studio into a booty club, I rap while she shake ass for me