Lyrics:

816 Boyz
Ain't' we sick, boy?
Are you really going to say that, buddy?

We gettin' money over here
Gettin' money over there
Gettin' money over here
Gettin' money over there
All night and all day

(Verse 1: Krizz Kaliko)
Pull up in a '96 whoop de whammy
816 Boyz got that grammy
My baby momma's momma told me she can't stand me
Rollin' up and hella boom, screamin' like a banshee
Get the arab money, that (Abu Dhabi)
Keep a hand on in case they (try to rob me)
Tryin' to get the paper, tryin' to (count that money)
Drivin' my scraper around like (a Bugatti)
Abu Dhabi is good but too much
We keepin' everything hood that we touch
I like it, I love it, I want some more of it, I say
Don't know Abu Dhabi well you gon' learn today

Look at me, I'm on my (Abu Dhabi)
I'm like 'ooh', that's (Abu Dhabi)
All night and all day
It's all good, it's all (Abu Dhabi)

(Verse 2: Kutt Calhoun)
My life is all Abu Dhabi
O.B.K.B. baby
They been hatin' lately
Maybe 'cause I made a crazy statement
When I bought the lac gold back
And the range I be rollin'
New crocodile skin things on my soles when
I'll be slidin' through the function
Like a Spike Lee movie
On my Kansas city ice tea moolie
Excuse me, you must be from Ireland
Cause every time I see you my penis is Dublin
(MVP?) Check nigga
(2 years in a row?) Check nigga
(A Wayne verse?) Check... well?
(Yeah, Tech got it) My nigga
Abu Dhabi I'm good
All I need is a check nigga
Money, family, royalty
Most of all is respect nigga

(Verse 3: Makzilla)
Pause
Check Twitter, it's trendin'
Real DJs go ahead and start spinnin'
I know it's the fifth time everyone has requested
But don't be a bitch like the Grinch who stole Christmas
Abu Dhabi, it means it's all good
Wishin' they Abu Dhabi is like wishin' a nigga would
'I can't be Abu Dhabi', means I can't be touched
If you got me Abu Dhabi'd, you got me fucked up
Woo woo, woo woo, woo! For the family
Sha-shake, sha-shake shake ya ass hottie
Wanna see ya hands up in the party
Now that, now that's (Abu Dhabi)

(Verse 4: Tech N9ne)
(A!) B-U D-H-A-B-I
(Pay!) The crew, he pay nay, he die
(Play!) Me through, DJ make me fly
(Away!) Yeehoo, 'cause we H-A-P-P-Y!
Humm du la lah, love my skrill la la la
Well, some millia, ya, yes I feel ya mama
Sum after sum, everyone wants to color ya
For ya dolla-la-la
Yes! Whole lotta money intrigue ya
I go money crazy, psycho like Libra
Dough in my jeans make me lean like Pisa
So when you see me say 'Abu Dhabi, my niga!'