[Chorus: Chaz Gotti]
I'm sick of these n***as just talkin about that life
Yo broke ass n***a just barkin ain't got no bite
I'm a trill ass n***a, you lame ass n***as ain't right
Bitch I'm certified, you lame ass n***as ain't right
You ain't right, you ain't right
I'm a real ass n***a, you bitch ass n***as ain't right
You ain't right, you ain't right
I'm certified, you bitch ass n***as ain't right

[Verse 1: Chaz Gotti]
They talkin, feel like I owe um something
Guess what I don't, oh, I don't owe a n***a nothing
Get the fuck up out my face
Fuck n***as ain't talkin bout nothing
Ya'll n***as out here starving
They really ain't getting no money
No bitches with em, they lonely
Screaming real n***a, they phony
I'm boolin' like Rich Homie
My lifestyle like Tony
I'm the king, ain't no dethroning
To the top, that's where I'm going
DG to the death of me
Dunk that my big homey (Dirt Gang!)
[Chorus: Chaz Gotti]
I'm sick of these n***as just talkin about that life
Yo broke ass n***a just barkin ain't got no bite
I'm a trill ass n***a, you lame ass n***as ain't right
Bitch I'm certified, you lame ass n***as ain't right
You ain't right, you ain't right
I'm a real ass n***a, you bitch ass n***as ain't right
You ain't right, you ain't right
I'm certified, you bitch ass n***as ain't right

[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]
Ain't no broke n***a round my circle
Be bool, n***a talk might murk you
Rolling off a molly, blowing purple
I'm a get money n***a, yelling out fuck you
Broke n***a go and get a check
Yellow diamonds on my neck
Bad bitches love when a n***a flex
Throwin bands on my ex
These n***as ain't right, these n***as ain't right
Style on muddy, yeah I'm drinking on Sprite
G-check n***a, shout "what it be like?"
Yo big homey fool, yo hood ain't right
You a dog, n***as like you I show no love to
Young cause I love to
Open up his head for a fucking ounce or two, I'm Piru
[Chorus: Chaz Gotti]
I'm sick of these n***as just talkin about that life (Squad)
Yo broke ass n***a just barkin ain't got no bite
I'm a trill ass n***a, you lame ass n***as ain't right
Bitch I'm certified, you lame ass n***as ain't right
You ain't right, you ain't right
I'm a real ass n***a, you bitch ass n***as ain't right
You ain't right, you ain't right
I'm certified, you bitch ass n***as ain't right

[Verse 3: Derez De'Shon]
Ya'll n***as ain't right, ya'll n***as too wrong
Ya'll n***as fell off, n***a I'm too on
And my gas, too strong, and my pistol, tool on
And when I bust that bitch, swear I won't stop til ya'll n***as gone
Rex Rd. in this bitch
Turn up, turn up
Let go of this bitch
Turn up, turn up
Wrecking Crew in this bitch
Turn up, turn up
And if a n***a disrespect, let loose in this bitch
Turn up turn up
I'm D-Dash

[Chorus: Chaz Gotti]
I'm sick of these n***as just talkin about that life
Yo broke ass n***a just barkin ain't got no bite
I'm a trill ass n***a, you lame ass n***as ain't right
Bitch I'm certified, you lame ass n***as ain't right
You ain't right, you ain't right
I'm a real ass n***a, you bitch ass n***as ain't right
You ain't right, you ain't right
I'm certified, you bitch ass n***as ain't right