I been that ni**a 'fore the money and the fame
I been that ni**a 'fore the diamonds and the chain
I been that ni**a 'fore the foreigns and the clothes
I been that ni**a on the corner with the most
I been that ni**a, I been that ni**a
My dog a shooter please don't make me send that ni**a
I been that ni**a, I been that ni**a
If he keep talking I'll make him pin that ni**a

I been that ni**a on the corner nappy braids and selling hard
Now I pull up on 'em bitches got them texting oh my god
I got bitches out in Paris that be texting "ooh la la"
I hit back like "Who this" she hit back, you forgot
Real ni**as gone link up but my H-town pouring drink up
Just me and Junior in the brinks truck
Doing all this shit we ain't think of
Trying to wild out cause we cranked up
I'm blue-dottin that pink stuff
Maraj putting that pussy on me
Ten bands throw her mink up
I got money all in my mind ho
What do you think think I grind for?
Condoms all in my condo
Pocket change what you signed for?
My ni**as my ni**as
My ni**as my hitters, we finna get richer
I'm talking about bigger and bigger
They stealing my swag just look at my pictures

I been that ni**a 'fore the money and the fame
I been that ni**a 'fore the diamonds and the chain
I been that ni**a 'fore the foreigns and the clothes
I been that ni**a on the corner with the most
I been that ni**a, I been that ni**a
My dog a shooter please don't make me send that ni**a
I been that ni**a, I been that ni**a
If he keep talking I'll make him pin that ni**a

[Rick Ross:]
Blew a half a kilo on my cuban link to watch it swing
No short, baking soda standing at the sink
Swerving in my wraith I should just pull up at the church
Have these ni**as playing on me devils wish it was a hearse
In my all black shades, motherf**king Ray Charles
I used to mop the floors now who the motherf**king boss?
I been that ni**a that could get em by the two's
Snow white, no spikes, two stacks for my loubs
You a fool for your wifey and I passed her to my crew
Coke white, sour creme, butter all in my coupe
Put my dogs on celery, you see we all be blowing loud
Chopper still might judge a jury I could take this bitch to trial

I been that ni**a 'fore the money and the fame
I been that ni**a 'fore the diamonds and the chain
I been that ni**a 'fore the foreigns and the clothes
I been that ni**a on the corner with the most
I been that ni**a, I been that ni**a
My dog a shooter please don't make me send that ni**a
I been that ni**a, I been that ni**a
If he keep talking I'll make him pin that ni**a