[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
Yea, spend all my money on liquor and strippers
Fall off in the beef with some ignorant n***as
Aye shout out to Hopsin, aye shout out to Dizzy
Aye f** with me Hoppa, aye f** with me SwizZz
I can't stop thinking 'bout money and p**y
I ain't no k**a but you n***as pushed me
Put the booth in the hearse, put the track in the mausoleum
Go play somewhere n***a, I'm working, don't bother him
n***a got his brains popped for a Jesus piece
Be careful 'cause somebody hoe got the Eazy-E
I used to pray that I'd get put on by Dr. Dre
[?] get the chopper, it's time to cooperate
Ain't nobody dies if you all would cooperate
Then he bop on that hoe with a gla** of [?]
Back against the wall, dick inside the dirt
f** a Plan B, plan A 'bout to work
[Chorus: Jarren Benton]
Ride around in my side of town
I'm Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown
4AM and it's going down
No one make a move and no one make a sound, 'bout to
Get it (x12)
All day gon' hit it, I'm 'bout to
Get it (x12)
All day, all night, n***a I'mma get it
[Verse 2: Jarren Benton]
I might tell the b**h I love her but no I don't trust a hoe
Are they real sisters? I don't care, so I f** them both
My childhood was no reflection of the show 'bout the Huxtables
n***as started getting money, now we getting comfortable
All they still sending shots like they did Big and Pac
My Glock is [?], yea baby I need a bigger spot
I'mma get rich, I'mma die rich, yea n***a watch
Bra**-knuckle-Benton baby, yea I'm so unorthodox
Get my feet on the table when I'm at the meeting at the corporate spot
Ain't no justice for a n***a so we go and explode the cops
Young n***a tryna make a way, so he hit the block
Flick the wrist and stir the pot, call the boy Sir Mix-A-Lot
I ain't want to see my n***a laying stiff up in the box
She gon' give me raw head while I'm sitting in the drop
Living my life like a n***a 'bout to die any minute
Bounce back from the bullsh** now I'm 'bout to get it
[Chorus: Jarren Benton]
Ride around in my side of town
I'm Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown
4AM and it's going down
No one make a move and no one make a sound, 'bout to
Get it (x12)
All day gon' hit it, I'm 'bout to
Get it (x12)
All day, all night, n***a I'mma get it
(Jenkins!)
[Verse 3: Elz Jenkins]
Young n***a needed money so a n***a went and got it
Trapping hard then I'm trapping hard, still I went to college
Time it hard, n***a you wouldn't try, what you do for profit?
Grabbing the K with the silencer, I hope you do the knowledge
Kicking, going through the back, yea
Plan on let a n***a go? No
Tell them [?] say, yea
Time up, hit the door, go
Black gun, money bag, yea
Roll with plenty n***as, shot up plenty n***as
Tell them die then play it back, damn
Realest in the city, trillest in the city
Tell them n***as play it back, damn
We them n***as putting on
Ain't nobody put us on, no
Proud and independent, [?]
Riding 'round in my zone
Shoot a snitch like a camera man
On the [?] roll
We ain't friends, n***as just scared to be enemies
Switch sides like crossfade, no friend of me
Sipping, sipping, like 2Pac, need Hennessy
Lord I'm a sinner, I do it again, you forgiving me?
[Chorus: Jarren Benton]
Ride around in my side of town
I'm Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown
4AM and it's going down
No one make a move and no one make a sound, 'bout to
Get it (x12)
All day gon' hit it, I'm 'bout to
Get it (x12)
All day, all night, n***a I'mma get it