Lyrics
Ditch the screen, let's hit the scene
Drop to the pad, flick on the beam, let it stream, you know what I mean
[Hook]
[Verse Hard]
(Livin' it up, how's it seen?)
Drippin' in gold, my threads pristine
Gucci and Fendi, bling never ending, Heads they be turning
Roll out in a Rover, seats back, hangin' over
Champagne toasting, coasting
En route to Atlanta, city of players, cigar in hand, we major
Valet pull up, we step out clean
Poppin’ collars, living out scenes
Straight from a movie, life's a high beam
Flashing lights, we living that dream
[Hook]
In the land of the Braves, we conquer the night
With a bass that thumps, and the beats just right
City buzzing like a hive, we the kings, no jive
In ATL, we thrive, with the spirit so alive
Neon kings, with our southern swing
Ice on our wrists, an' the blingiest bling
Rolling VIP, no line, no wait
In that ATL, where we dance with fate
[Verse Harder]
Gold grills flashing, our styles smashing
Money talks, wallets full, never rationing
Cadillacs cruising, booming bass, we're bruising
Dirty South vibes, it's the life we're choosing
Hitting Magic City, where the nights get gritty
Making it rain, in the capital of pretty
Got the club jumping, feeling like a Friday
Every day's a party, in the A we don't play
[Verse Harder]
Rims spinning, we winning, dirty birds grinning
Hustle in our blood, money stacks just beginning
Flex on the boulevard, life never simmering
From the block to the top, Champagne we're swimming in
Luxury whips, taking midnight dips
Flows so cold, frostbite on our lips
Gold bottles pop, as the ATL hops
To the beat of the South, where the music don't stop
