[Verse 1: Rick Ross] Bussin, bussin, bussin, my lil hittas bussin Caught you leaving Magic City and you know we done it Black bottle boys, you see what's glowing in my bucket Maybach Maybachs pullin up and all them niggas rugged Step off the throne, look in the eyes of Al Capone My niggas whippin noodles, Cheetos on they prison phones Quarter kilo get your whole clique pita rolled Yellow bitch with green eyes always keep my reefer rolled Fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, double M or fuck em AT&T, one collect call and I could touch em Sam Sneak and my niggas seen my sacrifice Double Rs on my gate, I live a lavish life I pray I'm tatted even in my afterlife Cubans on Ferrari, fat boy got an appetite I care less about you, therefore it's no discussion Half a band and niggas bussin like they play percussion Timbaland a busta, hit em with a 808 Keep a homie in the clique that's paid to cut your face If you didn't notice nigga, we like Puff and Ma$e Bad Boy, if you cross me, that's another case
[Verse 2: Future] Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman I just seen the jet take off, they up to something Them boys just not bluffing, them boys just not bluffing Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to something She was tryna join the team I told her wait Chicken wings and fries, we don't go on dates Nobu, Nobu, Nobu, Nobu, Nobu, Nobu I just throwed a private dinner in LA Trapping is a hobby, that's the way for me Money coming fast, we never getting sleep I just had to buy another safe Bentley Spurs and Phantom, Jordan fadeaway