Yeah, what's up, yeah, I said yeah motherfucker, what's up
Come ride with me, come roll with me, come ride with me, come roll with me, roll with me
Come on these niggas man, all we ever do is rock, ice, pour gold
And since we was about 12 years old, middle of the summer and the streets still cold
Every nigga here got a story untold, give it to the fame everybody want to love
Till the city blew a quarter million in the club
Every nigga here got a boxing arm and helmet, every nigga here think he Tony Montana
Welcome to the city where the little niggas die, it's like everybody got even the broke niggas fly
Every night, Sunday to Sunday, we in the club, got no problem getting this money, just need a plug
Nigga invest more in his chain than in his crib, nigga invest more in his car than where he live
Swear every bitch in the club at least a seven, niggas do it all for the fame, be living legends
Shit cost 700 a bottle, look what he sipping, and if a bitch look like a model she probably stripping
Probably work at Onyx or probably in the blue flame, in that street nigga he call it by nickname
For everybody goes for self, nobody's chance, niggas damn broke still living like millionaires
They're welcome and committed, we call them the robbing crew, there's a very good chance them niggas will rob you
All we ever do is rock, ice, or go, and since we was about 12 years old
Middle of the summer and the streets still cold, every nigga here got a story untold, give it to the fame everybody want to love
Till the city blew a quarter million in the club, every nigga here got a boxing arm and helmet, every nigga here think he Tony Montana
We on top, we name Balingo, and we playing Madden while they whipping up the Nino
The big homie got a lot of grits and they gorgeous, you can really get your ass a jag on the 4G
Keep the pistol right there where the belt say Ferragamo, hey niggas out here trapping just to do shit for they mama
We act like some stoner, that's how we start the fucking summer, and we ain't got shit but middle finger for your honor
Hey every nigga with some weed and syrup think he balling, hey every nigga in the expedition gotta fold it
Hey every nigga running bitch, I might lay off some other shit, we walk around with scrap like we the fucking government
Hey every nigga running bitch, allergic to the duck shit, on that south side you get your face cut by fuck shit
We hit up Magic Jack to get a plate of shrimp shit, R .I .P. to Double D, king of that pump shit
All we ever do is rock, ice, or go, and since we was about 12 years old
Middle of the summer and the streets still cold, every nigga here got a story untold, give it to the fame everybody want to love
Till the city blew a quarter million in the club, every nigga here got a boxing arm and helmet
Hey nigga here, thank you Tony Montana
I was born in the town where it all go down, since the roll had to white, hit the bluff with the brown
Man I'm proud to admit, after housing them bricks, man I'm still a free man, blowing loud in the 6
And I'm rich, more than a nigga could imagine, from where you get it from rapping or from trapping
Only in Atlanta can a nigga get it popping, off of Magic City, 100 ,000 in the pocket
Only in Atlanta can a nigga ride D, 15 years old, 15 key
Only in Atlanta can a nigga get paid, popping broad day with a new AK
All we ever do is pop by the fuck hole, roll 24 with a chrome schnuck nose
All we ever get is bankroll, rubber band around there, just a message so you can't get recognized
All we ever do is rock, ice, pour gold, ever since we was bout 12 years old
Middle of the summer and the streets still cold, every nigga here got a story untold
Get into the fame everybody want to love, till the city blew a quarter million in the club
Every nigga here got a boxing arm and helmet, every nigga here thank you Tony Montana
