[Intro]
(Cannon, cannon)

[Chorus: Jeezy & Yo Gotti]
They say I left the hood, but I got it on my back (On my back)
Ask Gotti, yeah, I got it on my back (On my back)
Took a trip outta town, went and got 'em, brought 'em back
Mister El Chapo, underground, now I'm back (Yeah)
Ask Sno, nigga, I got it on my back (Ask Sno)
Ask your ho, nigga, I got it on my back (Ask your ho)
Who want a load? Nigga, I got 'em in the back (In the back)
We sell 'em whole and you can't return 'em back (Let's go)

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Damn, bald head, Pac shit
Plus my main thing like to eat with chopsticks (Damn)
I can whip a dream with a fork, nigga (Fork, nigga)
Yeah, play that Pyrex like a sport, nigga
The highway hot, nigga, no shade (Shade)
Picked up a hunnid packs, split it two ways (Ayy)
Damn, that's fifty here and fifty there
Get it in the attic, money in the air
That soda in that yola caught a fade, bitch
Clean it up with the same card we play spades with
The streets ain't a game, you can't renege (Nah)
Grown man shit, you can't play, kids
You ever been to Hell? Been off in that cell? (Damn)
Two co-defendants, you better not tell (Nah)
Water in the vision bowl, yeah, you know the smell
Breakin' out the weight set, yeah, you know the scale
Even got our stamps on it, yeah, you know the brail (Ayy)
Feds put the dogs on it, smell it like it's quail (Ooh)
Blowin' money fast, yeah, I lived to tell the tale (Tale)
They say that I'm irrelevant, there ain't no way in Hell
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