God damn, it's a brand new payback From the straight gangsta mack in straight gangsta black How many motherfuckers gotta pay Went to the shelf and dusted off the AK Caps gotta get peeled Cause "The Nigga Ya Love to hate" still can "Kill at Will" It ain't

Ain't Nothin' but a gangsta Party It ain't nothin' but a muthafuckin' gangsta party Up out of there

FYB, Rich Gang She gon' pull up, pull up Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Yeah you're all welcome to come in Look, I go by the name Jermaine Dupri, right (the young boss) Sauce recognize sauce Jacquees, he got somethin' he wanna say I know, I'llll show you, you know

Whatchu want, ho, I got whatchu want, ho I'm thinking to myself you ain't gang, nigga, fuck you Feel like 2Pac, Thug Life, nigga, fuck you If he had the password to your phone he wouldn't have cuffed you Dog ass bitch, I knew I never should've trusted

Little boys and girls, they all love me Come sit on the lap of I-see-E And let me tell ya a story or two About a punk-ass nigga I knew Named Jack, he wasn't that nimble, wasn't that quick Jumped over the candlestick and burnt his dick Ran up the street

Tu solo dobla Dobla rodilla Pa que vea como el bajo estilla Suéltate y parte la hebilla Ella es caliente Le gusta la película de andar con gangster Después de las doce, no hay quien la soporte Porque cuando ella prende, la disco parte

Connect the dots Link with the connect and we collect them blocks (that white perico) Running to a pussy and collect his watch Chasers, chasers, chasers, chasers, gang! When we catch him, headshot, disconnect his top Yeah, gang! Ayy, brand new Glock .40

Don't come out the house 'cause the gang outside Bang outside, I hang outside Bang outside, hang outside Thirteen, got my first stripe, first stripe Glenwood road, where they shiest, nigga Slaughter Gang so I keep a knife, nigga We was broke so all we

I'm a white black candy, yeah And I'm with you, I'ma go in your body Put on you some Louis swag Everything that you are I'ma Gucci Gucci gang Tu vas bomber à Gucci gang Plein de mala à Gucci gang Tu vas couler à Gucci gang Gucci Gucci gang, gang

Rich young nigga, put a bitch in her place (Well, alright) Make a hundred bands, I throw a fifty in the safe, ayy (Yeah) If you're talkin' money, gotta show it to my face (Got to) Well we the ones they love to hate, ayy, shouts out to the gang (Shout)