Yeah, it's been a long motherfuckin' time
Young let's go get 'em
Guess who's back?
Yeah
Let's go!

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Just like that, niggas don't know how to act
Bet when them niggas hear this they get to grabbing they strap
Just let them DJ, they know
They get to bringing it back
Them niggas hit up the club, they get to bringing the set
I said, now just like that, bitches don't know what to do
And when we hit up the club, you know them broads coming through
I told her hit up her girl, tell them that they can come too
And now that bitch off the chain, I told y'all get what I do
I say now just like that

Bitches they screaming, I can hear bitches calling
Give a fuck if they like it, tell them niggas I'm balling
These niggas holding they nuts
As you see I ain't stalling
Swear these niggas a trip
As you see I ain't falling
They want me trip on my strings
Want me fall on my face
Hit a lick for a hundred and it fell in my safe
Sexy, no alcoholic, but she drink like a toilet
Told her do me a favor and put your mouth on this faucet
I know just how she like it
She might think I'm a psychic
Even called me a plumber, she like the way that I pipe it
Niggas talk like they know me, they must got me mistaken
Bitch, I'm pleading not guilty, you'll never charge me with faking

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You see me back on my shit, you can tell that I'm swagging
And you know that I got it, you can tell I ain't bragging
Them Rollies wit big faces, drink Ciroc by the cases
I'm Neo out this bitch, feel like I'm stuck in the Matrix
I'm talking so much white, you would think I was racist
See I came from the bottom, I'm talking under the basement
Threw the roof off this bitch like we just had a tornado
Desert Eagles, they twins, I call em Cain and Abel
Hundred K in my pocket, that shit as thick as a Bible
Superstar in my hood, so that would make me an idol
Had a hell of a night, so I'mma say me a prayer
In the lockout I'm balling, so that would make me a player

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I got 'em bouncing and leaning, I got em drinking and smoking
I told her take off her clothes
What she say? That she open
If you're getting to the money, my nigga, ball like a dog
Them cigarillos so big, them bitches look like they logs
I'm the life of the party, bring the party some life
You know I'm dead-ass serious. Why? Cause I said it twice
We talking straight suicide, we taking shots to the head
Must be drinking amnesia, cause I forgot what I said
Stacked up so much bread I'mma need me a toaster
My partner ride with his chopper, this nigga think he a soldier
Why I'mma stand in the section when I can stand on the sofa?
So y'all guess what I does, you never say I ain't told ya

[Chorus]

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): CHRISTOPHER GHOLSON, JAY JENKINS