(feat. Diddy, Rick Ross, Gucci Mane)




{Ooh, L-Don}


[Intro: Diddy (Rick Ross) {Gucci Mane}]
(Real ^!$$%z) {Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...}
Ayo, ayo Waka (Boss!) {BURR!!}

(Free Gucci!) {GUUCI!} Y'all ain't expect me to $#&@ wit this one
I see you, boy (Let's turn the temperature up on these ^!$$%z again, ^!$$%)
Y'all must've forgot, I started this %#@!

Yeah, check this out
THIS -- IS -- THE REMIX


[Diddy - Verse 1]
I got my billions up, $#&@in with dem white folks
Now I don't give a $#&@, 'cause I'm richer than dem white folks

Lamborghini trucks, y'all ain't even seen it yet
Bought me Teterboro just to Diddy bop and land my jet (Ahhhhhh-OWWWWW!!!!!)
I'm-I'm hustlin out of Harlem, Paulie Castellano (Don't stop)

(*##$, I am a problem, I just bought the Delano (That's right)
Pimpin in my convo, (*##$es come in combos
Pictures of Christopher on my wall all in my condo

I don't $#&@ with fake hoes! All I touch is J-Lo's
All I drink is my %#@!, Ciroc by the case load (Let's go!)
Movies is my next %#@!, two mil on my necklace

Bad Boy - 80 million mother$#&@in records!
(!#$*!!!)


[Rick Ross - Verse 2]
I $#&@ed my money up... I bought another Rolls Royce
to pick my homies up... my top back like "Oh boy"

Step yo' game up... You ridin ^!$$%, hold on
I switched the game up.. One stack that's for the whole zone
That's thirty-six a kilo, !#$*, I think I'm Nino

!#$*, I think I'm Scarface, !#$*, I'm Al Pacino
Flippin my lil' C-notes, painted my new Benzo
Took my (*##$ to Red Lobster, I cain't feed no friends, hoe!

(*##$, I'm on my high horse, jewels I rock I die for
'cause that %#@! that I bought, shoot yo' $$# that's my fault
(*##$, I'm on this asphalt, money makin be the thing

(*##$, I'm on my last straw, them choppers always do the thing

[Chorus 2X]

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH~!
O let's doooooo it
Hey - o let's doooooo it

Hey - o let's doooooo it
YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH~!
Drug dealin music

Hey - I influence
Hey - I influence


[Waka Flocka Flame - Verse 3]
I !#@*ED my money up -- (Damn!)
Now I can't re-up

Ran up in his spot (spot)
Just to get my stacks up
Now I'm back on deck (deck)

So shawty, what the !#@* you want?!
Heard he talkin %#@! (%#@!)
But this ain't what the !#@* he want! (Flocka!)

Lock my CEO up, now it's back to !@%!a
^!$$%z talkin %#@! brah, hang 'em by the rope-a
Hit 'em wit the choppa, call dat %#@! hot llama

Call me waka Flocka, a/k/a Young wild ^!$$%
A/k/a Young Drug Dealer
Got purp, got kush, got pills, got white

In the trap all night, wit the hard and soft
Stacks on the flo', watch {?} boy whip it
Shook it to the left then he shook it to the right

So Icey, Brick Boys, got it all night
These lame $$# ^!$$%z ain't got no fight
Kick in my door we gon' shoot out all night [echoes]


[Gucci Mane - Verse 4]
(Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...WAH)
BURR!! BURR!! GUCCI!
I stack my money up, Brick Squad we so g'd up

I'm countin cash in my office, sippin coffee with my feet up (Wooooow)
Haters sendin threats, like they want beef but dey know dey don't
Meet Flocka at the dealership, I told him get what the !#@* you want (Well damn!)
They locked my homeboy Verne up, 1999 for murder
Now ^!$$%z claiming Zone 6, that I ain't never heard of

Hit you with the carbon, but why when I got shooters?
You heard Gucci was locked up, but that was just a rumor! (GUCCI!)
Got purp, got pills, got lean, plus I got powder for you snorters [snorts]
You wanna find me, I-20 to {EAST ATLANTA, GEORGIA}
I send my female shooters (mwah), that rock-a-bye baaay-baaay

1017 shawty, in my hood we got them AKs'

[Chorus]