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[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
A wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice
And a b*tch in a rental with a trunk full of white
Wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice
And a b*tch in a rental with a trunk full of white

[Verse 1: Master P]
1000 grams, I done flipped it to a mill
And my n*gga lookin crazy cus he gone off them pills
And my belt buckle say Versace
2 bundles in my waistline, hope the feds don't stop me
On the freeway in that new Bentley truck
Following me 2 bad b*tches in that f*ckin rental truck
Told em meet me when they touchdown
Break it up, bust it down
Throw it in the air, drew breeze, it’s a touchdown
I don't give a f*ck, money by the gallons
Yea, I'm a rich n*gga, I only f*ck with style yea
Ice cream man with the snow white ghost
No limit in this b*tch, throw it up and let it go

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
A wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice
And a b*tch in a rental with a trunk full of white
Wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice
And a b*tch in a rental with a trunk full of white
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Dope boy sh*t, real n*gga anthem
Mr Mr I am, street n*ggas still them
Know what that mean, he official fiend
Hey baby, handclap, I’m going in
I don't give a f*ck what n*ggas say, I get my grind on
I don't need security in the club, I got man on
White phantom, white 6's, get my shine on
b*tches play them games but b*tches know my man strong
Wrist full of rings, full of VVS rolls
In the club these G's spendin racks and rolls

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
A wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice
Wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice
A wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice
And a b*tch in a rental with a trunk full of white

[Verse 3: Krazy]
Last year I couldn't make it rain
Do it bad, money tight
Pull up in that Maybach, all black with the gold stripes
Cold game, I did time
Project my bloodline
Thinkin bout my dog C, hopin he get free time
Me and P, we ball out
Dream field, we fall out
You a bad chick with a fowl mouth
I buy that mola
Downtown I carry that
3 to life, I married that
Used to be a real n*gga
Now you just a real whack
On that highway with that real white
Some of yall just studios
That's Yo Gotti and Young Jeezy
Real hustlers know how it go
Sellin raw dope in a raw game
Killers come, they bust brain
Got 50 bricks, ain't no dummy
Johnny Depp, blow money
[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
A wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice
And a b*tch in a rental with a trunk full of white
Wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice
And a b*tch in a rental with a trunk full of white