[Gucci Mane:]200 pounds I grew that shit, You knew that shit, I do it that shitPulled up with a hundred pounds, bails and bricks, filthy richAll I know is grind time, nickle dime, slime timeI Intercept like Prime TimeMy mind gone like nine timesCall it engineering, Gucci might steal itA new European, everybody peekinIs robbing season, goons out searchingLurking, surfing, call it reimbursementSouthside on the beat, Gucci on the streetLet me take a listen? why not drive a [?]Wow, pow, bricks right nowSlip and slide I'm glidin byBut I'm so high I just might dieFlocka told me go in! Roco told me go in!PJ told me no end, my hand, I will throw in!Gamble with the joker and end up in a shoot outWooh he on the lookout, Juice Man throwin cookouts
[Chorus:]I?m in the strip club, the girls looking like zombies on the poleThey?re screaming feed me, feed me, feed me!And when the club [?] we monsters making scary movies girls beScreaming, screaming, screaming, screaming! [x2]
[Waka Flocka Flame:]In the strip club shorty throwing up the racksGucci come my back, fifty stacks in the backMean mugging? Shorty I ain't worried bout thatBrick Squad Monopoly: we a wolf packRolling in my zone, baby make the bootie clap!Slapped her on the bootie like I?m trying to hit thatHow much it cost cause I charge your stack?Bottles in the air, hell yeah, I?m stoned!Leaning left to right, double cup styrofoamI?m full of racks, just stacks on stacksNever been a [?] only shop at SaxDrinking Remy by the fifthThey say Waka Flocka got a giftSix speeds, I just shiftEvery blunt I liftI'm higher than a motherfucker, think I might fallBad bitches always calling meLeBron fucking James I ball, my GShut the fuck up bitch, clap that assWhite fans screaming "Waka Flocka, you rad"Always catch me with a fucking red rag
[Frenchie]I got em like ah...Love this nigga, two hoes slobbering on the poleScreaming out loud I love this nigga![?] seen the same girls that work in PerfectionsThey say they came straight from Magic CitySo I know don't gotta teach ?em no lesson!Girls [?] my songs onPut down those pom pomsOriental, I think she's from Hong KongIn the club full of ho zombiesScreaming out feed meBut I just got this stacks girl, it ain?t gonna be that easy!Four girls leaving, they comingAll girls fucking they comingJust like Gucci said I left a hundred dollars on the dresserJust to show the bitch it ain't nothin'If you think you coming home with me, you?re fuckingYou got much potential, I turn you into somethingGet in my V, my music we bumpin'You steady talking but I ain't hear nothin'