作词 : Nay Wil
 作曲 : Nay Wil
 Foreign cars everywhere
 Bad ******* everywhere, take the tool everywhere
 We make this money everywhere
 Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere, everywhere
 These niggas straight outta the hood
 They goin' to Paris
 That whip that we whippin' exotic
 These ******* exotic on gas
 Pull up and hop out a foreign car
 And I'm gettin' trailed by a foreign broad
 I'm livin' life like an Avatar
 I got a stick when I pull up on y'all
 Who the **** think I'm a sucka?
 Who the **** think I won't pull up and let loose?
 I got three ******* with me
 I'ma pull up on Bleveland, they gon' **** the crew
 Who gonna stop me now? Who's gonna stop me now?
 Who's gonna stop me, boy? Who?
 I can't get all of you, somebody come with me
 Just in case you can tie shoes
 How many times have I told you
 If you don't **** everyone that'll be rude?
 How many times have I told you
 To bring me me bags and you could be cool
 Check gang
 Let's have a moment of silence for niggas ain't 'round with us
 (Oh, oh, oh)
 Doin' bookin', come through
 Splash on *****s, on the gas on *****s
 In Milan eatin' fettuccine
 Front row with the fashion show *****s
 **** around and go buy a Lamborghini
 I'm goin' NASCAR on *****s
 Puffin' on the la la
 I've been the fly guy when *****s rocked Izod
 I'm movin' chickens like Popeye
 Old money, new money
 ***** never gettin' old, threw a young ***** rock
 Cookin' up the raw **** right now
 Cookin' up the raw **** right now
 Used to break down a whole ounce
 I used to break down a whole ounce
 I gotta weigh the money up now
 It's takin' too long for me to count
 Decisions, decisions
 You ****in' with me, that's a head on collision
 Them MACs and them TECS and them FN's, them 9s
 We hustled, we struggled, we made it and grind
 Niggas this Avatar
 Ayy, the Young Thug goin' brazy, Young Thug goin' brazy!
 Hannah Montana! Bangin' in red bandanas, blatt, blatt!
 They wanna **** on me cause I keep choppas with ammo
 Niggas gon' hate on me cause I'm at the top with bro though
 Oooh! Head honcho, hold up, kick in your mom door, shoot with the 4 4
 Hell is you doin'?
 Hold up, wait, I can't breathe, nigga
 Half a mil' I done took on my street, nigga
 All white, Thug fit, I won't eat, nigga
 Ran off with them keys, I won't see them niggas
 Geeked up but the money geek
 I run bands up on another street
 Best stylist in the world can't dress me
 Keep a pistol just in case he wanna test me
 I keep racks and all of my *****s gon' eat
 I keep racks and all of my *****s gon' eat
 Where's Tar? Man I need me some Xans
 I just left the beach I'm having all of the sand
 Pull up and hop out a foreign car
 And I'm gettin' trailed by a foreign broad
 I'm livin' life like an Avatar
 I got a stick when I pull up on y'all
 Who the **** think I'm a sucka?
 Who the **** think I won't pull up and let loose?
 I got three ******* with me
 I'ma pull up on Bleveland, they gon' **** the crew
 Who gonna stop me now? Who's gonna stop me now?
 Who's gonna stop me, boy? Who?
 I can't get all of you, somebody come with me
 Just in case you can tie shoes
 How many times have I told you
 If you don't **** everyone that'll be rude?
 How many times have I told you
 To bring me me bags and you could be cool