[Chorus - Jody Breeze] X2
Fake ni**as be talking, real ni**as get paper
Yeah ni**a we gangster, who gives a f**k what you thinking?
We be flipping them cakes, we be whipping that soda
From the streets of the A, to the home of the coca

[Verse 1 - Big Gee]
I be tucked off, `75 Cut` dog
Trapping at the bus stop, trying to get this dust off
Get pissed off, then the TEC talk
All at the Waffle House bathroom, trying to wipe the blood off
I been lost, been throwed off
Ever since they set Wayne free, preliminary hearings off
I`m veering off, in the fast lane
Driving up the lonely road hollering "real ni**a get money mane!"

[Verse 2 - Rick Ross]
Fake ni**as be talking, real ni**as get paper
Look hater you`re hating, look at us, we major
It get hotter and hotter, the hotter the water
No remodel now, it`s Maybach and no less than Mirada
I keep killers, they keep killing
These little f**k ni**as, they barely keep living
Bitch we break them down, so we keep building
Young and blowing pounds, in the hood, making millions

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[Verse 3 - Jody Breeze]
Yeah ni**a we gangsters, so f**k what you think
I`m addicted to paper, I got money to make
Lot of ni**as be flexing, like they real when they ain`t
Thousand grams in the trunk, I got a paper for plates
Hit the block with the product, trying not to get caught up
Ni**a front, you get shot up, that`s just how I was brought up
Pops was a rolling stone, so I grew a bone on the corner
Ni**a rolling stones, with a bunch of stones

[Verse 4 - Gorilla Zoe]
Coca-Cola, I ain`t talking soda
Add a little water, add a little soda
Yeah it`s locking up, because the water`s getting colder
Let it dry, sit it on a Bounty towel
The robbers on the prowl, I got killers at the window
Say the wrong s**t, dog I`m shooting through the peephole
F**k ni**as snitch, real ni**as stack dough though
Ditto, Boyz N Da Hood, Gorilla Z.O.

[Chorus]