[Intro]
Cee-lo, we know
I'm sitting on leather, I'm a winner
If I crap out the strap out
Cause I snap right back to the beginning, ni**a

[Hook]
You know I will let it pop
Front if you want bitch I will make it hot
You know, you think you ill, but you not
You will need a tombstone, you will need a plot

[Verse 1]
I peep what ni**as hate through my peripherals
Boy, if I leave this club back to the car I got some shit for you
Wanna party? We can paint the town red
Them bottles ain't shit to me, a ni**a got bread
I'm big money, big business, I love it
For the bad bitches with big asses and the budget
I'm the boss, until you know shit is going how it got to go
I don't want talk tonight, I might just buy the hoes
My pleasure principle spend no expense
First I'm happy then she happy then she can pay the rent
It's nothing to a ni**a when he up
But when they down I bet you he won't give a bitch a buck
Flip and catch an attitude like ''bitch, what the f**k
You want from a ni**a, huh? You f**king up a ni**a, huh?'
Look, girl, you know you sitting on a gold mine
F**k with them other ni**as think you so fine

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
My flow hotter than the gun after that clip done
Don't care about the set you claim, motherf**k the gang you bang
I hang around with hustlers and hoodlums
That party get the popping then we beefing and we shooting
Let's party like it's 1999
Flat top Gazelle, the swag going back in time
I got it locked, they can't ignore it
Man, ni**a, know some bullshit I'm all for it
Heroin Don seven sixty leaning
Chrome clean, spend a ni**a scheming trying to hit a lick
Them victim ni**as thinking ''damn, why me?''
I'm thinking why these ni**as never try me
Maybe they feel the vibe, they know a ni**a live
I let it off inside and outside
The club rocking, it's on tonight
Them bottles popping, we getting right

[Hook]