Breeze Birdman & Juvenile

[Intro: Birdman]
Yeah, this how we fucking with it, D-Roc
Juvey, Stunna
Uptown, real nigga, rich nigga shit
(D-Roc)
Let's get it (Rich Gang)

[Verse 1: Juvenile]
I'm Uptown hardbody
And I got downtown four partners
And I'll go to war 'bout 'em
Smoke weed on the west by my dawg house
Feel like the Godfather and I don't have mob ties
Happy like a little kid first time going outside
I would not lie about it, I would go live-wire
I pull out my money, you pull out your money, you don't have five dollars
I live and I die about it, I would not cry about it
You know you the shit when you travel around with a fly-swatter

[Interlude: Birdman]
Yeah, years and years later (Yeah)
More money, more problems
Hundred mil' up (Hundred mil' up)
You understand me?
Highways with this pimpin'
We gon' keep gettin' it