[Chorus:]
I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whippin' work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real niggas gettin' money from the fucking start
I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Gettin' work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real niggas gettin' money from the fucking start

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
My rolls Royce triple black
I'm iche hoe
Balling in the club, bottles like I'm miche h-e
Rose' that's my nickname
Cocaine runnin' in my big vain
Self made, you just affiliated
I build the ground up, you bought it renovated
Talking plenty capers nothing's been authenticated
Funny you claimin the same bitch that I'm penetratin
Hold the bottles up, where my comrads
Where the fucking felons, where my dawgs at (uh!)
I got that Archie Bunker, and it's so white
I just might charge you double.

[Chorus:]
I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whippin' work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real niggas gettin' money from the fucking start
I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Gettin' work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real niggas gettin' money from the fucking start

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
These motherfuckers mad that I'm icey
Stunt so hard make them comin' they me
I think I'm Big Meech, look at my time peace
It's Automere, one hundred racks at least
Look at yourself, now look at me
You can't see a nigga, I'm what you used to be
Look at it this way, you niggas sideways
Always getting money, my nigga time pace
So fuck a nigga, I'm self made
You a s-cka nigga, I'm self paid
This for my broke niggas, this for my rich niggas
Got a hundred on a head of a snitch nigga

[Chorus:]
I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whippin' work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real niggas gettin' money from the fucking start
I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Gettin' work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real niggas gettin' money from the fucking start

[Verse 3: Styles P]
The thirty-six holes leave you bleedin' fam
Word to them 36oz in a kilogram
Blunt tip, orange like Caviar
Wild n'out, fishtailin' Subaru Rally car
Out the passenger, Lettin' the automail off
A egg of that girl I'll knock ya Mommy and ya Daddy off
Fuck around and knock the emblem on the caddy off
Four shooters buggin' out, blickin at ya caddy doors
Did I mention guns from, Red Dead Redemption
Nine mils, fifty clip extensions
Hope it like a mattress in the hood, I'm flippin' on it
And the money's like a chair, I'm sittin' on it

[Chorus:]
I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whippin' work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real niggas gettin' money from the fucking start
I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Gettin' work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real niggas gettin' money from the fucking start