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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ludacris
Vocals
T.I.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Bridges
Songwriter
Clifford Harris
Songwriter
Aldrin Davis
Songwriter
Ronald Utley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Toomp
Producer
8trix
Producer
Joshua Monroy
Recording Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Justin Trawick
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Here we go
Surprise ****
It was bound to happen sooner or later
They ain't ready for this
History has been made
ATL
[Verse 2]
'Cause I got (Big bank)
All these haters wanna grill me
But fuck that, I'm 'bout my money if it kills me
(Yeah, baby)
And I'm up to no good
Ayy, I wish a motherfucker would
[Verse 3]
This the A town, come into my hood
Ayy, I wish a motherfucker would
Houston, Dallas, come into they hood
Ayy, I wish a motherfucker would
[Verse 4]
I keep a fresh pair of Ones on my feet
And double deuces on the Chevy (Chevy)
Three's company, the double four's on my belly (Belly)
Five hot amps, speakers shake like jelly
So many wires in my trunk, look like a bowl of spaghetti
Assault and batteries, but my trunk stay ever ready (Yup)
Assault and battery, if you scared you never ready (Yup)
And yeah, I went green, the twenty-six's on the hybrid
Smoked so much green that I can't open up my eyelids
Wake up in London, go to sleep on Atlanta time (What?)
Still my paint got more candy then your valentine (What?)
For five mill I bought a lake front crib
Bentley car cover looking like a laced-front wig
Of course they hating, 'cause they still riding the MARTA train
Renamed the yacht but put the plane in my daughter's name
Now that's karma, so call me Daddy Warbucks
If you got money I got more bucks
[Verse 5]
'Cause I got it (Big bank)
All these haters wanna grill me
But fuck that, I'm 'bout my money if it kills me
(Yeah, baby)
And I'm up to no good
Ayy, I wish a motherfucker would
[Verse 6]
New York and Jersey, come into they hood
Ayy, I wish a motherfucker would
L.A. and the Bay, come into they hood
Ayy, I wish a motherfucker would
[Verse 7]
Luda
I'm a freak like a Scorpio
Custom hood scoops make the coupe look like Pinocchio
I'm rich bitch, I should drop cash
The inside of the Lac' look like a wood shop class
And these women give me love like it's tennis time (Hey)
So many shoes that my closet look like Finish Line (Hey)
So many acres that my crib look like Bermuda
So many diamonds, the safe look like Kay Jewelers
That Spyder about to drop, my team said, Luda get it (Yup)
Now fifty thou' says that I'm the first **** with it (Yup)
The first round draft pick, later for you imbeciles
The car is all black, like it got traded to the Timberwolves
And I keep a little bit of that green up in the lining
But as the weather change my weed adjust to different climates
Green in the summer time, orange in the spring
Now it's black with that purp', I call my whip the Sac King
[Verse 8]
'Cause I got it (Big bank)
All these haters wanna grill me
But fuck that, I'm 'bout my money if it kills me
(Yeah, baby)
And I'm up to no good
Ayy, I wish a motherfucker would
[Verse 9]
Chi-town and Detroit, come into they hood
Ayy, I wish a motherfucker would
D.C. and B more, come into they hood
Ayy, I wish a motherfucker would
[Verse 10]
I'm fly enough to fly away
Trouble, I don't shy away
From it, I annihilate suckers in they driveway
In church on Sunday morning praying 'bout what happened Friday
But them the consequences for coming at pimping sideways
Nowadays, guess it pays to change
In cahoots with corporations, making major change
With magnificent watches and amazing chains
Plush pad in Atlanta and L.A.'s the same
I'm balling till I'm bored with selections and assortments
Of automotives worth a small fortune
Of course it's the '72 Chevelle hardtop, '69 drop
60K a piece, you could barely pay your lease
Dude wanna talk new school, tell him, go ahead
Drop head double R-Maybach's and Koenigseggs
Swag out the ass, stack cash to the hair line
Fuck another car, it's time to try an buy an airline
[Verse 11]
'Cause I got it (Big bank)
All these haters wanna grill me
But fuck that, I'm 'bout my money if it kills me
(Yeah, baby)
And I'm up to no good
Ayy, I wish a motherfucker would
[Verse 12]
Miami and Alabama, come into they hood
Ayy, I wish a motherfucker would
Philly and Boston, come into they hood
Ayy,, I wish a motherfucker would
[Verse 13]
St. Louis to Tennessee, come into they hood
Phoenix to V.A., come into they hood
Ohio and Indiana, come into they hood
Mississippi to Carolinas, come into they hood
Duval and Little Rock, come into they hood
Oklahoma, Louisiana, come into they hood
Kansas City to Seattle, come into they hood
Minneapolis, Milwaukee, come into they hood
Written by: Aldrin Davis, Christopher Bridges, Clifford Harris, Radric Delantic Davis, Ronald Utley