[Verse 1: Trinidad James]

This for the hood rich and the homeless

Zone 1 to Zone 6

Rent to own or own your own shit

On the pole, bitch, or you on dick

For them dope boys with them Chevys on them 6s

For the college girls that gotta shake titties

Gotta grade it baby

Got a hundred majors

I speak for you cause who else will

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I've been pissed off since New Years

My [?]

2 room on [?]

To skyview in my new crib

Southside, we out here

Fuck nigga

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]

2 Chainz!

All I rock is polo, dollar sign my logo

Then I drop the top, on my car call it porno

Yeah I’m the realest, you can ask your bm

Shawty I’m the shit, aka the BM

Whatup Dj Scream, Cory what’s happenin’

Heroes and Villians, Tity Boi rappin’

Its time to turn up, told em let’s do it

And I’m from the A, can I hit up with that unit

[Verse 3: Future]

I’m an astronaut, I’m a nasa, I’m a rock star, I’m a shotta

What the bomboclaat, who wanna test me

Yeah girl she wanna sex me

Caress me, for me she turn to lesbi

I’m tuned into the radio, I count up all these fetti

Ay DJ Spinz freebandz, Cory B freebandz

DJ Scream freebandz, Talk to me freebandz

Ay DJ Spinz freebandz, Cory B freebandz

DJ Scream freebandz, Talk to me freebandz

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]

I’m so fuckin' turnt up with this hood bitch

Diamonds on my neck and wrist, call it hood rich

But on some hood shit, I fuck with the real niggas

In the trap with the goonies and the drug dealers

I’m so fuckin' turnt up, with this hood bitch

Diamonds on my neck and wrist, call it hood rich

But on some hood shit, I fuck with the real niggas

In the trap with the goonies and the drug dealers

[Verse 4: Yo Gotti]

I’m turnt up, hood shit, real nigga, hood rich

Bad bitches only, but she must be a hood bitch

I’m riding round in your city, strapped up and I’m gettin it

Lambo, NASCAR, loud pipes and I’m in it

Top down, my chain on, you a real nigga that’s the same song

Glock 40 my aim on, little fuck boy, you a lame ho

I’m turnt up, can’t turn me down

I’m sacked up and I’m on the town

Her head fire come, burn me down, and you know the sound

[Verse 5: Gucci Mane]

It's hood rich radio, you bet' not change the station

It’s Gucci Mane La Flare they say I changed the nation

I’m a trapper slash rapper yea that’s my occupation

And I don’t cary chump change all I do is carry faces

I’m an ath-e-lete, I ball, I think I’m Dominique

Primetime like Dion, I make them kiss my cleats

I brought you juice, I brought you flock, Now who's the next blow?

I’m so Bouldercrest, so Texaco, so Gresham Road

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]

I’m so fuckin' turnt up with this hood bitch

Diamonds on my neck and wrist, call it hood rich

But on some hood shit, I fuck with the real niggas

In the trap with the goonies and the drug dealers

I’m so fuckin' turnt up, with this hood bitch

Diamonds on my neck and wrist, call it hood rich

But on some hood shit, I fuck with the real niggas

In the trap with the goonies and the drug dealers