[Jim Jones]nThey got us fuckin up a storm (fuckin)nKushin till the morn (you know)nBreezin from the telly, puffin marijuana (all night)nWhite Tee & my Pelle (crispy) thuggin like the Fonz (got it)nMade it rain on them bitches, a bucket full of ones (ballin)nWe got them gold diggers (what else)nCold bitches, that wanna party off Patron liquornCar hoppers, the heart stoppers (you better watch em)nCatch 'em at the party, call 'em bar hoppers (I see em)nWe live up in the sky, you call 'em star watchersnThey chase dope boys, trap stars with fast cars (ya benz)nAnd executives rap stars with black cars (imported)nSo we could swipe it, charge it to the gamenTrips to M.I.A. Murcielago in the lanenn[Chorus: Max B]nShe's got a thing for slippin clique & goin clubbin at nightnAin't nothin like the love of my lifenShe likes the finest things & fuck with niggas whose money is rightnAin't nothin like the love of my lifenShe love the dick suck it till it cumnShe say I'm the best fuck of her lifenShe give a nigga the energy he need whenever he feels nothin is rightnn[Jim Jones]nNow we in M.I. party till the noon (ballin)nHammers in the ride Ferraris go zoom (speedin)nAll types of incidentals (bottles) charges on my room (maxed out)nFrom last night buggin we mobbin with the goons (byrd gang)nWe hit the town hard (zo pound) fuckin with the ladies (g-mackin)nBottles of viva clique (twisted) puffin on the hazy (purple)nIt's all deja vu (uh-huh) seen it all before (I seen it)nGot her in my drop, heater on the floor (for real)nSo I sped off from the spot (got her) gettin heady rock (right)nGot her in the telly she wouldn't let a nigga pop (stuntin on the cooch)nAnd when I woke, all I seen was a note (what it said)nNigga follow the trail & meet me in A-T-L (let's do it)nn[Chorus]nn[Jim Jones]nNow we pull up in the A (ATL) shoppin in Lenox Mall (ballin)nGotta get fly squad ready to ball (stay fresh)nWe thinkin 112 (112) or maybe even visions (maybe visions)nDrinks at the bar like baby what you sippin (what you drinkin on)nThen she told me magic city (what) fat asses & they pretty (strippers)nThey got me blowin thousands throwin stacks by the fifty (I need singles)nGot some bitches out of strokers (fuck em) gotta get focus (stay focused)nI'm tryin to play my cards like a game of strip poker (place ya bet)nFlight up in the mornin (aw man) gotta get up on her (I got a hour)nWhen I leave you can tell ya friends about my performance (call me baby)nAnd all the time M.O.B. on my mind (uh-huh)nThe weekend was nice baby but I'm back to N.Y. (21st)nn[Chorus]