[Produced By Ducko Mcfli]
[Verse 1 – Curtis Williams]
Look, I said
Been banked up, got a check in my pocket
That’s how a n***a came in
And the sh** so big, can’t fit in no wallet
That’s how a n***a came in
Booked so many shows that the money won’t fold
I just need me a straight shot of gin
Your b**h want to kick it, she like how I’m living
I promise that we was just friends
All these damn d**, Imma do em
Ask about the money that I made, I ran through it
The way a young n***a talking, might sue him
Mama say chill, what the f** I been doing
sh** chilling, just living
Looking at cars, motherf**er big spending
Taking all these young n***a women
Tell she been sniffing cause her nose still dripping
Off a few tabs so I’m tripping
Blunt after blunt to the face till I’m lifted
Screaming Two-9 till I’m finished
n***a Two-9 till I’m, ahh
[Hook- Curtis Williams]
Say you smoking weed my n***a, ain’t hitting no weed like us
Say you getting money my n***a, ain’t touching no money like us
Say you like d** my n***a, ain’t none of y’all high like us
You don’t flex with your n***as, ain’t real with your set, ain’t nothing like us
You don’t flex with your n***as, ain’t real with your set, ain’t nothing like us
Nothing like us, nothing like us
You don’t flex with your n***as, ain’t real with your set, ain’t nothing like us
Nothing like us, nothing like us
[Verse 2 – Key!]
I don’t think a n***a want to be high like this
So addicted to the life, Imma die like this
Your b**h my b**h, it don’t even make sense
Your b**h stop worrying bout a b**h, make sense
I smoke in peace, they so antagonizing
They say they live life, but I know they lying
Ok, everything fine with me
b**h look good, but she fine with me
Motherf**er swearing n***as that they ride for me
Motherf**er can’t pull up on side of me
We can’t even pull up at the motherf**ing bank, overseas money
n***a it ain’t nothing, that mama need money
n***as talking money, but the sh**’s so funny
n***as talking money, but the sh**’s so funny
If your bank don’t fold you can f** every ho
But not like us, I can f** her out the dust
Damn near got a grammy but I’m still gone bust
Damn near got a grammy but I’m still gone bust
Me and Curt still chilling and they still ain’t up
n***a shut the b**h down, we gon turn the b**h up
Everybody want to rap, but they still not us
Everybody want to rap, but they still not us
[Hook]
[Verse 3 – Danny Seth]
I be k**ing everything I see and I ain’t even f**ing start, boup boup
Rapping on the track, Curt and Key! But my whip is push to start
All I see is red on the track, it’s everything, look like a target
Im running with your b**h boy, have her legs split like aparted
Everybody want me on the cover and I’m sonnin' all these rappers
I could swear I be their mother
Then I serve em like a butler
Hova, I’m a, I’m a hustler
Smoke it in the paper like a rasta
Swear they know my name from the UK to out in Russia
Pop a lot of bands that’s why my hands are marked with rubber
Smoking on some green, I caught control, I call it flubber
Boy, f** do you think that this is
Word to my brother Collard, we the sh**
No Kardashian, we popping off Cris
Check out the Rollie, no time for this sh**
f** boy, Danny Seth’s who I f**ing be
And I ain’t f**ing her unless I’m seeing her ID
We ain’t even got to ask about the f**ing team
Curt Williams, Danny Seth, and the Key!
[Hook]