[Intro: Gucci Mane & Future]

This that 1017 and XO

If young Metro don't trust you, I'ma shoot you

[Verse 1: NAV]

You got a show, you selling tickets to your best friends

My show be sellin' out, in 20 seconds

I fucked your bitch first, gave my broski seconds

My shooter itchin', wanna shoot over a mention

Pop a pill go to a whole other dimension

Takin' perkies, I'm avoidin' my depression

Pay the lawyer, make my boy avoid a sentence

He back on road, cashing out and livin' senseless

[Pre-Chorus: NAV]

Got my pot and got my fork (Got my fork, yeah)

Water whip, my wrist got torque (Whip whip, yeah)

Fronted work, you can't afford (Can't afford, yeah)

My clip long, don't come up short (Come up short, yeah)

Call you down and you ignore (Yeah)

Like Gucci Mane, we kick a door (Burr! yeah)

Buy designer when I'm bored (Yeah)

Take your main bitch on my tour (Yeah)

[Chorus: NAV & Gucci Mane]

I think I need some help to count all this money (Yeah)

I think I need some help to spend all these hundreds (Yeah)

I'm just a brown boy that made something from nothing (Yeah, me too)

Now I'm ballin' and you can't tell me nothin' (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]

Huh huh, this that 1017 and XO

I call NAV, he in a penthouse, smokin' next door

So much money, I ain't worry about the next show

But I paid a quarter mill' to see my neck glow

I use to sell coke, blow off my metro

They was way before I met Metro

I think lil' mama got me fucked up with the sex bro

I like her but I think I'm in love with the neck tho

Now it's on to the next ho

Guwop a dog, I need a collar and a mink coat

A brainiac, she went to college with the smart folks

But I was trappin' in the 6 selling hard dope

[Bridge: NAV]

Get a check, run it up

Get a check, run it up

Get a check, run it up

Get a check, run it up

Touch me, get touched

Drinkin' Act, no Tuss

Ever since I got some money

You been actin' up

[Pre-Chorus: NAV]

Got my pot and got my fork (Got my fork, yeah)

Water whip, my wrist got torque (Whip whip, yeah)

Fronted work, you can't afford (Can't afford, yeah)

My clip long, don't come up short (Come up short, yeah)

Call you down and you ignore (Yeah)

Like Gucci Mane, we kick a door (Yeah)

Buy designer when I'm bored (Yeah)

Take your main bitch on my tour (Yeah)

[Chorus: NAV]

I think I need some help to count all this money (Yeah)

I think I need some help to spend all these hundreds (Yeah)

I'm just a brown boy that made something from nothing (Yeah)

Now I'm ballin' and you can't tell me nothin' (Yeah)