[Hook x4]
Buddy you're a boy make a big noise
Playin' in the street gonna be a big man some day, you got

[Intro: T-Pain]
Uh
Pizzle!
Oh, Val Jones hit it
I'm a fool for this baby
Apparently that's what'chu suppose to say to the producers
I'm a be getting on the song you okay with this one, ha ha
Aye

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
Coming to the stage is a motherfucka cold as the South Pole
They say his mouth don't look right without gold
He make hits that'll knock a n***a out cold
Known as the sellout, rocking them sold out shows
Born rich in the brain
Only game you got left is to get to the fame, you getting me mayne?
He never stick to the same, ol' same ol'
Have a n***a leanin' and rockin' like he was Fabo (OH)
But now the case close
Ain't no one-hit wonder here, mu'fucker, the first 48 gone
I need a case load of paseo chips
Somebody pass me the queso dip
Or the keg goin' flip
[Hook: x4]
Buddy you're a boy make a big noise
Playing in the street gonna be a big man some day, you got

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
You know me, so you know that
If you listening to this, that mean you on crack
Head to the back, back of the whip
Chauffeur catch a contact officer stitch
Muthafucka it's the mista' 'have we kill em'
Put the Timber in the lake and make it cry me a river
Get-get-get paid, no pain, no-no gain
Know how to make the shit grow: Rogaine
Propane when I step in the mic booth
Crew clean like a white suit in a white coupe
When you look in the mirror, it don't like you
And Imma keep it on the low: 5'2"

[Hook x4]
Buddy you're a boy make a big noise
Playin' in the street gonna be a big man some day, you got