Lyrics
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo
Running to the checkered flag, running through the red light
Twelve catch me gunning, won't pull over till I'm dead right
Riding till the sunrise, care nun 'bout no bedtime
Ain't gon' catch no bitches riding with me unless that head fire, better know
From Westside Atlanta up to Bedstuy
All the way to Crenshaw
I'ma handle mine, 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 riding Chevy 40 Cal. in my lap (Uh-huh)
Real dope boys in the trap (Uh-huh)
The big yacht, balling like a big shot
Niggas on my dick, best make room for ya bitch, gotta let 'em know
I'on tongue wrestler, I'on lip box (Uh-huh)
Solitaires, all I do is big rocks
I came from dealing rocks, all the way to hit charts
On the throne, bitch ain't on what I'm on, she can kick rocks, let her know
My foot up on the gas
I'm blowing money fast, better know
I'm on these haters' ass
I know these niggas mad, better let 'em know
Big dawg, all we get is bread, I ain't never scared
Big flex, on a nigga head what I'm standing on
Business, big check, we done did that
Pushing wig back, better give me respect and some mo'
Atlanta know, 'fo I was booking shows for a grand or so
I was selling grams right on Campbellton, letting hammers go
Lames speaking to me, whatcha need a camera for?
From Center Hill to hitting ho on centerfolds, better know
They call it balling, we just call it living
They say you live and die by your decisions
Well I'ma push it to the limit, nevermind the consequences
Interfering, nigga, I'ma handle business, better let 'em know
On another level, my SS so put together
Hit the pedal, do 200 everywhere I go, better know
Man, I stay fly just to show that they not on the throne
Bitch ain't on what I'm on, she can kick rocks, let her know
My foot up on the gas
I'm blowing money fast, better know
I'm on these haters' ass
I know these nigga mad, better let 'em know
Skateboard P on the track
Louis duffle bag, 50 racks (Uh-huh)
Pop it so obnoxious, ain't got no conscious
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 making play with the one
All we know is success, hit her with some rich sex
Good luck getting ya bitch back
She forever mine till I let her go
Better know, let, let, let 'em know
Better know, let, let, let 'em
Better know, let, let, let 'em know
Better know, let, let, let 'em
My foot up on the gas
I'm blowing money fast, better know
I'm on these haters' ass
I know these nigga mad, better let 'em know