Lotta speculation going onWanna know who I'm signed toI don't know homie not youJust know I'm blessed hachooAnd I'm hotter than a takisAll these bands in my pocketAll four fuck a walletWe don't fuck with safe depositsWhen ya turnt up, when ya status upYou gotta move like the PresidentNiggas and bitches doing all this talkin', manWhen they really irrelevantI just put ice in my necklaceIce in my ActavisIce in my dog collarWhen I'm walkin' round with my lil' hittasThey callin' me GodfatherReally don't be standing shitWhen shawty be talkin' bout she mad at meI give her dick when I'm on the pillThen she forget she was mad at meAnd my kush got grey hair for realI be smoking that grand-daddyHandy man with that toolLook like somebody grand-pappyMoney like who is that? where ya come from?That mean ya popped upWhen I said that I'm going Federal ReloadedThey taught I got locked upThey taught I got slammedThey taught I got jammedThey taught I got boxed upShout out to my niggas locked upBut we still gettin' em in blocked upI done went 2 FederalI done want 2 of everythangThat's why I rock 2 bezelsI done went too crazyI don't want nothing singleThat's why I want two ladiesNothing personal I just fuck with a few peopleAnd ride with 2 heatersHell nah you can't get in this carThis joint here for 2 peopleYeah, when I say I'm going Federal ReloadedLike I'm going back in, back in, back in niggaI'm at it againI'm back in a BenzThey taught I was gone thoRidin' clean, but I'm ridin' dirtyPlenty narcotics in the consoleI'm the air, I'm everywhereMoney on the cellularSay you want a whole thang?Okay, straight up like Alfalfa's hairPussy good when I'm fucking on shawtyI came, and we back at it againHead serious, I'm talkin' real seriousShe'll get ya hard and then suck off your skinI'm back fuckin with the streets, you know how that beMama like don't get back on that bullshitI know you want the best for me mamaI hustle hard so we can buy what we wannaAbout to pull the presidential ObamaCop a coup and then cop it againCop a benz and then cop it againCops so mad, like he at it againI'm at it again, like a replayI'm at it again, like a relapseI'm at it again, like a replayI'm at it again, like a relapseI'm reloaded like I just put 32 in the clipYou see how it poke outI'm still hood at my folk's houseSunday dinner at the cookoutNeck and wrist hella iced outYou'll still see me with the lights outI'll never change cause it ain't meGot drank stains on my white teeIt say real nigga on my IDI'm the same nigga on my IGMy bitch a trophy, I'm rocking dopeboy trophiesThat chopper totting, money ain't even foldin'What you is?I'm reloaded