Letras
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo
Runnin' 'til the checkered flag, runnin' through the red light
12 catch me gunnin', won't pull over 'til I'm dead, right
Ridin' 'til the sunrise, care none 'bout no bedtime
Ain't gon' catch no bitch that's ridin' with me 'less they head fire, better know
From Westside Atlanta up to Bed-Stuy all the way to Crenshaw
I might have the mind, nigga better know
Big shit poppin', ain't no lil' shit
Droppin' bags, it's a lot to you, to me, a lil' bit, let 'em know
From ridin' Chevy, .40 cal in my lap (uh-huh)
Real dope boys in the trap (uh-huh)
The big yacht, ballin' like a bigshot
Niggas on my dick, better make room for your bitch, gotta let 'em know
Ayy, I don't tongue wrestle, I don't lip box (uh-huh)
Solitaires, all I do is big rocks
I came from dealin' rock all the way to here, shawty
On the throne, bitch, and when I'm on, she can kick rock
Let her know
My foot up on the gas
I'm blowin' money fast (better know)
I'm on these haters' ass
I know these niggas mad (better let 'em know)
Big dog, all we get is bread, I ain't never scared
Big flex on a nigga head, what I'm standin' on?
Business, big check, we can dig that
Pushin' wigs back, better give me respect and some more
Atlanta know, fool, I will book the show for a grand or so
I was sellin' grams right on Campbellton, lettin' hammers go
Lames speakin' to me, what you need a camera for?
From Center Hill to hittin' hoes in centerfold, better know
They call it ballin', we just call it livin'
They say you live and die by your decision
Well, I'ma push it to the limit, nevermind the consequences
Interferin' nigga, I'ma handle business, better let 'em know
On another level, my incense all put together
Hit the pedal, do two hundred everywhere I go, let 'em know
Man, I stay fly, just to show that they not
On the throne, bitch, and when I'm on, she can kick rock
Let her know
My foot up on the gas
I'm blowin' money fast (better know)
I'm on these haters' ass
I know these niggas mad (better let 'em know)
Skateboard P on the track
Louis duffel bag, fifty rack
Uh-huh, pop it so nauseous, I ain't got no country promo
Like I still got a pocket full of crack
All they do is fight for number two 'cause I'm the one (uh-huh)
Still makin' play with the one
All we know is success, hit her with some rich sex
Good luck gettin' your bitch back, she forever mine 'til I let her go
Only
Better know, le-le-let 'em know
Better know, le-le-let 'em
Only
Better know, le-le-let 'em know
Better know, le-le-let 'em
Only
My foot up on the gas
I'm blowin' money fast (better know)
I'm on these haters' ass
I know these niggas mad (better let 'em know)