Austin Powers - Young Thug, Rich The Kid, Young Dolph

Bitch, my money stacked tall like the Eiffel Tower

3 hoes in my bed like I’m Austin Powers

I got girls kissing girls while they in the shower

We gon get groovy, Austin Powers

Austin Powers, Austin Powers

3 hoes in my bed, like I’m Austin Powers

Austin Powers, Austin Powers

Bitch, my money stacked tall like the Eiffel Tower

Shizer, you gon need a visor

My neck, my ring, my finger, it is yellow, no highlighter

Buyer, boy I am on fire

In that Aston Martin and I’m crawling like a spider

I’m in Amsterdam, smoking on that Amsterdam

I am so high it got me looking like a Chinaman

Everything gold, I’m a gold member

Six rings on, I got gold fingers

My name is Austin Powers, 3 bitches in the shower

And they ready to get groovy, make a movie baby

Versace when I’m sleeping, in Paris for the weekend

And I got these bitches leaking when I’m speaking baby

Bitch make shawty crack, like they in the 80's

Thugga wear Versace, she rock Old Navy

Everybody swagging, got these bitches debating

Nigga living life, just like Walter Payton

How many times have I told you that Thugga got rich off a sentence?

How many times have I told you I look like an Indian ribbon?

How many times have I told you that I would say you were the remedy?

How many times have I told you that I would eat you like Denny’s?

No JC, I buy her Penny’s

I took her out of the cheap shit

I bought her the mink now she fizzy

Oops I meant fuzzy, I pray that bitch is my bousin (Suwoop!)

You pray that bitch is my cousin, and then she say that we dirty

Breaking down bales of tree early in the morning

Garbage bag full of grass like I just mowed the lawn

Got a super plug, so I got super power

I feel like Austin Powers, real gangsters move in silence

Doing 150 in the coupe, I just love the rush

It’s a cold world we live in, and so in my chopper I trust

100 shots I bust, 100 pieces of Reggie on that fucking Greyhound bus

I feel like MC Hammer, I can’t be touched

He tried to trap me but he broke, so it can’t be much

Hating get you nothing, money bring you Austin Power

I swear these niggas just like this blunt, man these niggas sour