[Verse 1: Young Lo]
OHB sh**, look
Swear these b**hes think I'm Bruce Wayne
Pull up in that blacked out Aventador
Young Lo with the bag
f** you little n***as rentin' for?
Fixed up your life and paper tags on your wife
If I only hit it for the night, why that price tag was light (woo)
f** boy don't run
Tryna book me for the tec, they ain't know I had a gun
Yeah, I came about the slums
Where the thugs and the k**ers at
Started with a gram, had the chickens to a quarter pack
Now I'm doing numbers, bust a play like quarter back
RG3, I could dish it all for runnin' back
Straight n***as stay, used to never get the interstate
Lee Ainslie with the bricks, b**h, I'm pushing' heavyweight
[Verse 2: Young Blacc]
Young Blacc n***a, I promise, I got 'em
Look, look, look, whatever time it is, f** it, here, I'm goin' in
Know my bullsh** like the Knicks, but I'm back to winnin'
Tell me sue or ten, John stark said he close to kin
Subway on the way to Harlem just to get some scenes
Move it from the from the corner store
Said he got a couple bricks
OHB n***a so the crowd looking for a leak
Hoody Baby posted at the trap cause he getting in
Flawkoe on the phone with a play, guess I plugged it in
Thats the money talk, n***a, and you know I'm with it
And if your b**h sell her p**y, course I'ma spend it
That's that D-Boy talk for them drug dealers
And just left Detroit, f**in' with them thug n***as
They say that out of town money look the best
So I'm focused on this money
Lil n***a f** the rest
When I got it, I got 'em
My n***a Flawkoe on problem
I tell my son to go rider
And then we pull up on side 'em, blaka
[Verse 3: Rrose Rrome]
I should write a book, I love the life full of crime
Bein' a millionaire I put my life on the line
Who can your trust when it's coming so fast
Take shots make Margielas turn into toe tags
Everywhere I go, white b**hes say I'm gnarly
Flawkoe we doin', Bentley truck or the Ferrari?
.40 on the scene, you can tell your man I'm sorry
It's OHB, bet we f**in' up the party
Yeah, money orders if my mans locked
Something you should know
Super Flexin', got your man shot
VVS is made of headshots
Hold up, I'm just a bully in a sandbox
[Verse 4: HoodyBaby]
Rings so big, all these b**hes think I'm rackcellent
I just hit a lick with the team, we the champions
Hold up now, you gon' have to count the cash again
Hoody Baby knows it, picking in the bag again
I be selling white girls
Marilyn and Marilyn, red light, green light
All I know is trafficin', all I know is packagin'
All I know is damagin', all I know is come through, chop it up and handle it
Check me out
I be movin' work, I be movin' weight, I be pumpin' base
My clique ride like some VMS'
My next shine they are VVS'
[Verse 5: Chris Brown]
'Cause I work my county line, pressin' line
Run up on a blood, where you from?
East Side, Bompton Balifornia
And you ain't never hit a lick and have to run up on 'em
Virginia n***as know about sellin' on 95
Show up at your door it's Halloween, like I'm Michael Myers
Jamaican savages comin' at you, with all the knives
Spittin' brazys and goin' crazy like Colombines
I got the AK f** your Draco and your .45 (Yeah)
You know that he gon' snitch, know that he a b**h
And you know a n***a ballin', know a n***a rich
Really been in county, n***a, you know what it is
You payin' money for protection, n***a, you a b**h
Say it with your chest
What you say? What you say?
p**y n***a we on the net, runnin' from the fade
Know you gon' tell the 12 all about me
Know you gon' send the paperwork and n***as, gon' speak
Tryna sell you own a**, tellin' all you homies
I'ma f** you up in private, so these b**hes don't see
I ain't gotta be your favorite, you ain't gotta love me
I ain't gotta pay no k**ers, ain't gotta be drug free
n***a say that I'm on that c**aine
Sayin' I'm higher than a motherf**er, okay
But when I fire your a** up like propane
Blaka, blaka with the choppers, we k**in' n***as with no names