4Get'em - Rick Ross, Wale, Rozay

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 fuck that, we in here

Roll up and inhale, I live next to Denzel

Alonzo, my condo cost three mil', this shit 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 niggas gon' rat

Half these niggas 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 temple

Fuck em, fuck em, I’m screaming fuck em

Fuck em, fuck em, I’m screaming fuck em

Fuck all you haters

Watch me fuck all these bitches

I got eight different Rollies

And they all mint condition

I’m screaming fuck em, fuck em, I’m screaming fuck em

Fuck em, fuck em, I’m screaming fuck em

I got five different Benzes

This is my deposition

I’m screaming, «Fuck every witness»

Cause bitch, I’m big business

I’m screaming fuck em

'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 niggas only, I still bet with Kobe

Got a sign in my garage that say, «Foreign only»

Four zips pouring, on mixtapes I’m touring

See my shit that fire shit, and yo' shit 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 niggas' world like Saturn

Black Foamposites, it’s like we on that mobbing shit

Riding five deep and I’m as dirty as them congressmen

Sixty-two, without no tint;

missing roof on my new shit

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, 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 nigga 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