Sosa baby
Ear Drummers
Bang, bang, bang
Mike WiLL Made-It
I flaunt it, I bought it, I talk it, I walk it
Only thing I worship is the Lord and this .40
Please, do not confront me if you aint talkin money
Take a little bitty sip, though Im already foggy
Let it rain, yeah, they all fall down
All come down
Id be insane to complain, baby
Im so high, I dont wanna come down
Sosa baby, GBE baby
Hopped out the car smellin like a skunk
And Im cleaned up, somethin like a mop
Trap wangin, somethin like a trunk
And I stand tall, somethin like a dunk
Talkin bout the money, talkin bout the fffrrr-beep
Hey baby, you know what the fuck you do to me?
Im ridin with my shooter, he wont hesitate to squeeze
Any homie, you what the fuck he do for me
Fifty stuffed up in my Balmains
And what Im totin, the sawed-off thang
Knock you down, like a Chiraq Blackhawks game
I aint never had nothin
I flaunt it, I bought it, I talk it, I walk it
Only thing I worship is the Lord and this .40
Please, do not confront me if you aint talkin money
Take a little bitty sip, though Im already foggy
Let it rain, yeah, they all fall down
All come down
Id be insane to complain, baby
Im so high, I dont wanna come down
Talk about a come up
Me and my young bulls playin with a lump sum 
Niggas that owe me always trying to avoid me
Clutching my .40 and fuckin with lil shorty 
They wanna gossip all through the day
Meanwhile, we flossin every way 
Forget what its costin
We get it right back when we lost it
My G.I. Joe got the MAC incase they wanna cross me 
Being impatient got me a new spot thats spacious 
And I dont test drive the sedan, I take it 
I wanna shine, I wanna rub it in their faces 
Yeah, I flaunt it, I bought it, I talk it, I walk it
Only thing I worship is the Lord and this .40
Please, do not confront me if you aint talkin money
Take a little bitty sip, though Im already foggy
Let it rain, yeah, they all fall down
All come down
Id be insane to complain, baby
Im so high, I dont wanna come down
All of these bitches call me big daddy
Do so much shit in KOD, they callin me Trick Daddy
Moncler with Louboutin, yeah, I mismatch it 
You can tell Im a rich nigga by lookin at me 
Im just chillin, my nigga, my diamonds dancin
You know I shop on Rodeo, Im never tacky 
Im paper chasing til they put me in a casket
I swear them hundreds singin to me like a ballad 
When I get that Murciélago, Ima drive it like a Audi 
I pay my tithes with these strippers, yeah 
Im tryin to die a fuckin billionaire 
Balmains, got like every pair 
On top, I aint goin anywhere
I flaunt it, I bought it, I talk it, I walk it
Only thing I worship is the Lord and this .40
Please, do not confront me if you aint talkin money
Take a little bitty sip, though Im already foggy
Let it rain, yeah, they all fall down
All come down
Id be insane to complain, baby
Im so high, I dont wanna come down