[Featuring: 2 Chainz, B.O.B.,Travis Porter]
CyHi, Travis Porter, B.o.B and my partner 2 Chainz
Ok I represent for my city Those real niggas in Bankhead All the way to Stone Mountain I'm throwing up the A-Town
[Verse 1: CyHi Da Prynce] Okay, I'm all about that red clay Roast beefs in better West lay I got an old school that's red and grey I put candy in like eskay Yeah, I don't mean sound Cliche but I'm so G-A Plug over there by the cheese cake Don't think it's sweet cause we serve it from the peach state Me and Kayne ridin down reday Throwin money out the roof yellin out free bandz The motor in this bitch cost three grand APD could'ntcatch me with three hands That I'm serious that trap or die It's the only thing on my playlist I smoke swisher sweets when I g blunt Peter street is where I eat lunch Took your girl out to Lenox mall She went downtown like Pete Ma... I hate clowns that face frown Cause it stay down from my waist down Shawty you didn't know your girl was a freak bitch Today she let me hit for a 5-dollar bag of green Nows that's why I call her free...
Ok I'm sliding down on Lenox I hit the mall and I spend it I remember them pool palace
My Auntie was a ki... lady A-town born and raised me Killing roads for her to go back Tony Wiggles on my throwback Had your feet on my door mat Dirty South I know you heard about Got loud I know you heard about Valley park I used to roll around 2 Chainz with your girl around me
Riding in the Cutlass smoking on a black Man it don't get more Decatur than that What's better than that ain't nothing better than that Ain't nothing better than that See through the bullshit like cellophane wrap All the slick talk we don't entertain that Better take a step back, last nigga came 'round here talking shit Nigga I'm high, high like eagle pussy Rolling up a heavyweight rap My crib lay back, my chick lay back My seat lay back yeah everything match Niggas tryna act brave, man we the home of that You lookin for whatever it's a zone for that Getting paper ain't nothing wrong with that Yeah we bout that coin like a laundromat Maybe Candler Road make me feel like this Or maybe OutKast make me feel like this Put your A's up if you feel like this We get the Georgia Dome jumping like we still got Vick It's a dirty game and scared at that Blame it on the red and black what better than that Ain't nothing better than that, ain't nothing better than that