Profit

feat, Shawty Fatt & Yelawolf

[Hook – Rittz]

Yep, yep, yep, ************ I’m all about my (profit)

Yep, yep, yep, don’t even try to count my (profit)

Yep, yep, yep, so stay the ****** up out my (profit)

Yep, yep, yep, yep, yeah

[Verse 1 – Yelawolf]

I got my buddies on the corner, in the back of the club with a sack

And they rolling up a jointer, smoking that country stash

You ain’t never seen a bull rider bumping UGK

Nah homie, you ain’t never seen that

****** it, [?]

Like a bucket seat

Hip hop make em all lean back

Make a ping pong ball jealous of the bounce

Chevrolet sitting tall like a cloud

Yeah, pick another trailer park girl up

Dirty blonde digger, ding dong, get out

Yeah, Imma let the lid out, ****** puffing in this jar, lightning bug

Southern hospitality, but I hospitalize you cause I’m nice enough

To spot a punk like a homophobic

I’m on it, my opponents know it

Get your money up D-boy

I ain’t a D-boy, but my folks they grow it

Done clipped the bud and done sold it

I been sipping Bud, you ain’t noticed?

I’m in the bible belt like a church, in the lobby

With an offering tray for that profit

[Hook]

[Verse 2 – Shawty Fatt]

Let me get started

Targeting artists, ain’t no dodging em, lodging them

Cause they fraudulous, yeah, my ho might been sporting ************t

No tours and ************t, no super Nintendo, but I got cartridges

Car******an ************t, working my big old tool like I know carpentry

Pardon me it’s the, ****** you know me, the hottest commodity

Probably catch me posted at penny province in poverty

Cause they copping it, stopping me, nope

No [?] copping me, nope

P O T B E L L, why the hell they riding my tail?

I’ll slow it down a minute (what?)

Cause I ain’t been around a minute

These ******s feeling themselves cause I let em borrow the crown a minute

And I'll admit I get beside myself sometimes

Only cause I know I got ****** rhymes

And my punch lines will ****** wit yo mind

I’m bucking, bout my

[Hook]

[Verse 3 – Rittz]

I am a real Slumerican

Told Yelawolf he can swear me in

I got a heavy double barrel in my box Chevy

When my album drop, everybody scared again

And I’m prepared to win at all costs

Y’all talk a lot of ************t, tryna tear my skin

And rumor has it I’m crazy, I need to see a therapist

Well if the shoe fits, ****** it Imma wear it then

Cause I’m a go getter, I would swear for ten

I’m bout to turn up like a sombrero rim

I'm kinda like a modern day Larry Flynn

It’s Slum ************t, baby ****** Katy Perry fans

I rep Atlanta, I ain’t never been to Paris, France

I switch lanes, crossing over like I’m Jeremy Lin

You can't admire me, don’t let me catch you staring pimp

I’m like a great white shark in this aquarium

When I was young, I knew kids out caroling

Around the holidays, they were pistol carrying

In the spare, getting paper was imperative

Reaching in my pocket, only thing there was lint

Well I compare with then, don’t want to spare a cent

We suited up in all black, in a pair of tens

I ran up in a local baller's house, I lay it down

Mother******, show me where it is

I’m bout to take that profit

[Hook]