[Hook: Shad da God]
Hold up, pull up in a Wraith like Dolph, woo
Chrome stick like golf clubs
All you hoes takin' off, we got everything to purchase, the soft
Part pack takin off, party pack got the b**h goin off
Everybody lock jaw, all my n***as from the street layin' low
They heard the AMG exhaust
Now these hoes wanna put their mouth on the boss
I would never trust the b**h
I refuse to take a motherf**in' loss
She ain't even see me geeked
I refuse to take them cars exhaust
[Verse 1]
I got that bag on me always
I use to serve in them hallways
Posted with n***as with long K's
Keep my some n***as that gone spray
Went from a deuce to a four a day
Pour a four of act inside a Fanta Grape
Oh girl I can't resist I love the taste
Got me flexin' bankrolls in these b**hes face
Got them f**in in second switchin place
Top shotta, its time to celebrate
Its inside but we gettin hella cake
Money get tall just watch the sh** elevate
Broke n***as hell yeah they
I'mma get what these n***as never ever make
In the trap without a trap I'm forever straight
LG doin a hundred on the interstate
[Hook: Shad da God]
Hold up, pull up in a Wraith like Dolph, woo
Chrome stick like golf clubs
All you hoes takin' off, we got everything to purchase, the soft
Part pack takin off, party pack got the b**h goin off
Everybody lock jaw, all my n***as from the street layin' low
They heard the AMG exhaust
Now these hoes wanna put their mouth on the boss
I would never trust the b**h
I refuse to take a motherf**in' loss
She ain't even see me geeked
I refuse to take them cars exhaust
[Verse 2]
I was trappin out a loft
Tried to cross me, I'm boss
[Hook: Shad da God]
Hold up, pull up in a Wraith like Dolph, woo
Chrome stick like golf clubs
All you hoes takin' off, we got everything to purchase, the soft
Part pack takin off, party pack got the b**h goin off
Everybody lock jaw, all my n***as from the street layin' low
They heard the AMG exhaust
Now these hoes wanna put their mouth on the boss
I would never trust the b**h
I refuse to take a motherf**in' loss
She ain't even see me geeked
I refuse to take them cars exhaust
[Verse 3]
[Hook: Shad da God]
Hold up, pull up in a Wraith like Dolph, woo
Chrome stick like golf clubs
All you hoes takin' off, we got everything to purchase, the soft
Part pack takin off, party pack got the b**h goin off
Everybody lock jaw, all my n***as from the street layin' low
They heard the AMG exhaust
Now these hoes wanna put their mouth on the boss
I would never trust the b**h
I refuse to take a motherf**in' loss
She ain't even see me geeked
I refuse to take them cars exhaust