Verse 1: Rick Ross]
C-note after c-note, put the remix on my kilo
Thought I wouldn`t make it, now I`m winning -- Timothy Tebow
Fourth quarter, I`m back; fourth quarter, in fact
Fourth quarter, that sack; Fourth Ward in all black
I said boss and I meant that; advance, you spent that
Corvette so clean you`ll think Bruce Springsteen rid that
Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair
Dubai, I been there -- but f**k that, we in here
Roll up and inhale, I live next to Denzel
Alonzo, my condo cost three mil`, this s**t real
IPhone and iPad, Air Max, and my gat
Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks
All I need is bad hoes, all these ni**as gon` rat
Half these ni**as working now, they knocked it down, they`re going back
All I need is Benzos, squatting on Lorenzos
Stack my money tenfold, make this my new ten-four

[Hook: Rick Ross]
F**k em, f**k em, I`m screaming f**k em
F**k em, f**k em, I`m screaming f**k em
F**k all you haters
Watch me f**k all these bitches
I got eight different Rollies
And they all mint condition

I`m screaming f**k em, f**k em, I`m screaming f**k em
F**k em, f**k em, I`m screaming f**k em
I got five different Benzes
This is my deposition
I`m screaming, "F**k every witness"
Cause bitch, I`m big business
I`m screaming f**k em

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
`Migo hit my boost, `migo hit my boost
What you know about walking in the Gucci store and they salute?
Chain cost a coupe, coupe cost a crib
Riding with the chopper, like it`s my friend
This for real ni**as only, I still bet with Kobe
Got a sign in my garage that say, "Foreign only"
Forces pouring, on mixtapes I`m touring
See my s**t that fire s**t, and yo` s**t boring
I`m chain smoking loud like it`s a Newport
Dad wasn`t around -- my father figure was Too Short
New Porsche deuced up, two cups got juice in it
Two forks, two pots, I could whip it both-handed
My girl is bow-legged, just do it like Bo Jackson
Every beat I`m toe-tagging, charm big as a Volkswagon
Money got me sagging, it really doesn`t matter
I run circles round these ni**as` world like Saturn

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Wale]
Black Foamposites, it`s like we on that mobbing s**t
Riding five deep and I`m as dirty as them congressmen
Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new s**t
Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit
Yeah, work, f**k you ni**as, pay me though
Smoke that Mark McGwire strong, Oakland ain`t no basic smoke
Shout-out to your lady, a.k.a. MMG favorite ho
Tell that ass the way to go before I show her where to go
No Canseco, and I`m switching lanes at one six oh
A ni**a trees fine -- a police siren!
Woop woop -- nah, that`s just Diplo
And you cute, shorty; let`s get low
On the low, I`mma talk that jazz
Jungle fever for the night
Horny or white, that`s Anglo-Sax

[Hook]