| Yeah, we on top |
| Nah, we won’t quit |
| Nah, we don’t stop |
| Na-ah, we don’t lose |
| She want that GMB |
| She want that GMB |
| She want that GM that GM that GMB |
| GMB, that’s TNT |
| That fire that Brian had when he met me |
| That’s that 2006, that’s that 2003 |
| That’s that 2050 shit that bitch niggas can’t be |
| That’s that Salvatore Ferrigamo, Miami Delano |
| Next week I’ll be out in Toronto |
| Ain’t no shopping at the Del Amo |
| We don’t eat at McDonalds |
| Nigga we eat like Sopranos |
| Grew up on that far side |
| That blue collar, that high road |
| Man I pulled that broad at Pappadeaux |
| Don’t mind me I’m proper though |
| Pimp gang keep that popping oh |
| Mix 'em up like my dominos |
| Talking paper man that’s hoblomos |
| Bilingual then I audibal |
| Sit back count my money up |
| Till my fingers get the charlie horse |
| My toast pimp said I’m season |
| Man I call that recipe-ing |
| Run them broads like secretaries |
| Can’t get no rest for meetings |
| Hall of game shit made me legendary |
| I’m fresh just for a reason |
| Winter time, boo no it’s february |
| But these sweats is from next season |
| See my catalog’s never sandal soft |
| Like of porn we go matador |
| For crazy bread we go padded walls |
| Cop a Swisher Sweet and the pack of drawers |
| And I’m barely dusting my mantel off |
| Shit eighth grade bro nigga ran Toros |
| Baby tell them hoes who the camo boss |
| Who the same nigga when the camera’s off, huh? |
| She want that GMB |
| She want that GMB |
| She want that GM that GM that GMB |
| Yeah, we on top |
| Nah, we won’t quit |
| Nah, we don’t stop |
| Na-ah, we don’t lose |