[Verse 1: Jay Ant]
I'm paper chasin', why you pay for racin'?
This ain't no race, if you gon' get it, you gotta be patient
Why y'all be trippin'? You know me, I chill like whatever
If it's gon', it's gon' happen, so it's whatever
Look I'm coming for the top so get yo sh** together
Cause I'm hot like when the sun is beamin' on yo lever
Get it back, come with three hundred n***as like a Spartan
Tell em I got juice like a carton
Talkin' that sh** I beg you pardon
You ain't gon' finish but you startin'
Juicy fruit, I got that flavor, I don't do no favors
Cause favors never end up with me ever getting paper
I learned that from my father, shout out to my father
All I know is real cause that's the way that I was brought up
I keep it real with these bosses, you don't never see me caught up
Too far on these n***as, I can never see y'all part up
On the road like 3.0, straight about that five-one-O
All these n***as know what's up, they just act like they don't know
[Hook: Jay Ant]×4
Who?
Curly Shirley
Curly Shirley
I'm on a row
Who?
Curly Shirley
[Verse 2: IamSu!]
My name is S-U-Explanation, I be movin', they be hatin'
Probably mad cause no-one listens they be makin'
Get that dough and chill, I live that live like so for real
It's candy rain I can't be tanned, she can not help a closer deal
Like a contract, I get it, if I want that
I'm sippin' on that bombay, so high I might lose contact
Like a drop car, boss men, shot call
She f**in' with them real n***as, and it's not y'all
Ah, I'm getting head like a car light
I'm from the Rich and you'll get dealt with if the card's right
My b**h just star tight, we live that Mars live
Her p**y tighter than a grip and her jugs tight
I'm the man, Kobe Bryant's who I ball like
A recon ball's exactly what I hit the mall like
HBK Gang, yeah we all tight
Hittin' hard as cannon balls on the concrete
[Hook]×3