(Intro)Yes sir. The realest nigga in the game. Juicy J. It’s going down. North North.Y’all nigga ain’t ready. We gettin’ this mothafuckin’ money. I thought y’all niggas knew this shit. Lets do it nigga. Come on, lets go.(Chorus)Imma rob me a nigga, imma rob me…I’ll give you what I am and tell them give me some moneyIf you don’t know who I am I’m that goon selling yamsI’ll give you what I am and tell them give me some money(x2)(Juicy J)It’s the return of them dopeboys getting this money manSelling pills and weed methamphetamines and cocaineAnd them jack boys that be down for a robbin’And them real goons that be down for a poppin’Have them niggas out here makin’ money with this pimpin’All my niggas out here man gettin’ it how they livin’I went from the projects, fucked up, eating SpamNow I’m ridin’ 30 inches tryin’ to push a lot of gramsLeeches on my dick cuz they know that I’m the shitHaters keep on hating cuz they know that I’m the shitNigga I’m on the low, yee ain’t know I got dem bricksI’m getting this money over here I got you bitches sick(Chorus)(Project Pat)The pistol’s cocked man, bullets gon’ fly dogAnd when I swipe this magnum Imma tear your jaw offI blew your balls off, you niggas cuminBefore they stepped out the trap I was dumpin’Cuz for that money a nigga dance with deathMan I’m a convict and felon, ain’t no chances leftI’m to the death, me and she got a chemistryNigga out here feel me, ever had your stomach to your back?Now that’s rob or dieA situation I don’t know and me so low on breadGet two stacks to get my case dropped my lawyer saidThe barrels cross your head I ain’t like ya anywayA nigga out here starvin’ bout to die and you wanna play?(Chorus)