Big Money, Big Cars - Killer Mike, Chamillionaire, Messy Marv

Talking money, getting Mike in new pair of Nikes

They said life was a bitch so I made her my wife

I’m talking holy matrimony 'til some other fucking money

Them other boys is talking but I swear to God they phony

Fuckboys crazy, nothing but

That’s why my motto to this day is still 'Fuck you, pay me'

Any rap nigga acting like he want it with me

I swear to God I’ll put his rapping-ass next to Biggie

I swear to God I’ll put his rapping-ass next to Pac

Martin Luther King, nigga, certified by the block

Gold 54 riding all chrome, big block

And the paint so wet I’m in need of a mop

Black and yellow Chevy and it’s looking like a bumblebee

My partner came through in his Gellardo trying to humble me

I left, came back, Murciélago straight stunting G

When he seen me bending left, nigga must have shit hisself

Gucci shirt, Gucci jeans, Gucci this, Gucci that

Before I walk out the house, everything gotta match

I ride through this bitch with a pocket full of money

I bet no nigga won’t say nothing in front me

I went and bought a Benz and went and got a bike

Went and stopped by the paint shop then sprayed 'em cold white

Them 24-inches man, you know what it is

A nigga put 'em on so my shit’ll look big

I’m a certified goon, I be putting in work

I ride with the cannon cause I be doing hella dirt

I’m the all black fitted with them all-black swatches

Pushing through the ghetto running from the paparazzi

All the hood niggas love me

The price on the coke, nigga, it look so lovely

I’m a thug 'til I die

The club ain’t poppin' if these bitches ain’t high

You know me

Trina, Lil Kim, Mariah

Rihanna even Mýa

Got reps like singing cheques

A whip for each desire

They told me never to burn a bridge but I still keep a lighter

Ain’t met a former friend that proved he can compete with fire

And the paint so wet I gotta park my cars inside a dam

So fly my clothing line should be called the 'Mileage Plan'

Metal inside my hand promise it ain’t no trying fam

That Marvel comic baby

(What you mean?)

That Iron Man

That Maserati body parked right there outside the lobby

P-O-P to your body if you ever trying to try me

And the paint soaked c-c-candy ladies wanna lick my like a lolli-

P-O-P so my hobby is to sit behind a Jolly-

Rancher, look at my swagger, my name is more than known

My garage the square footage of the Georgia Dome

Got imported stones, always order chrome

Every other week my ride is gonna be exactly what I want it on