From Tha Block Birdman & Juvenile

[Verse 1: Juvenile]
I done got in the mood, that liquor kickin' in
And all these average ass bitches lookin’ different
The niggas workin' the door let all the chickens in
A ho I know from the hood in here with her stripper friends
And I got money, I could trick a bitch
And I don't give a motherfuck if she a six or ten
Fuckin’ with my dough is when it's time to kill
I wreck shit like an alcoholic behind the wheel
Made a lot of deals, paid a lot of bills
You said a lot of fake, I said a lot of real
You got a lot of gimmicks, not a lot of skill
Nigga, this a Bentley coupe, this not a Bonneville
And you can smell the weed comin' out my folicles
I'm some "My, my, my" shit, Johnny Gill
I keep my bitch rockin' designer heels
I'ma kill all that kill, killer, so ride a wheel

[Chorus: Juvenile]
Took it from the block, now I'm on the yacht
Cartier shades on, lookin' at the opps
I’m tryna leave that liquor ’lone but I can barely stop
My lawyer always on the case, he like Matlock
I got a reputation, menace or the fast guy
I'm ’bout to cash out and smoke until I pass out
Guaranteed money, bitch, I ain't 'bout to be franchised
The bad guy, got them killers on standby