(Hook)
My n***as is up, my n***as is up
Livin’ the life, livin’ the life, I’m lightin’ it up
We’re lightin’ it up, we’re lightin’ it up
I got a squad a hittaz, I got a squad a hittaz
I got a squad a hittaz, I got a squad a hittaz
We got all the money and the baddest b**hes
I got a squad a hittaz, I got a squad a hittaz
I got a squad a hittaz, I got a squad a hittaz
I got a pound a smoke, errnight we winnin’
I got a squad a hittaz
(Verse: Jim Jones)
I got the mobbin’ n***as, I got the hardest n***as
I got my Harlem n***as (15) You like SP3
Verse steps, so ya know ya can’t guard me, n***a
I was shaking up the pie with a rock like the n***a in the garden, n***a
I’m like a god to n***as, I’m like Ghandi, n***a
I got the baddest b**hes, they rock Lou Vuitton
And Valentino shoes and every bag is vicious
I’m talkin’ Berkley bags, they only rock Channel
I mean cash business (where the money at)
So f** the hate and get some cash with us
And buy Rollie watches (sky dwellers)
So the hoes can jock us, and the foes gon’ watch us like
(Hook)
(Verse 2: Red Cafe)
I got it fo’ the low, I got a Primo
Whole squad stick it to the G code
I don’t do small talk, straight drug talk
Woke up with a mission, get the d** on
I done whip fish scale in the fish tank
I’mma have my big bank take lil bank
n***as said all money ain’t good money
250 for the zone, that’s good money
Street n***a push weight, no bowflex
We done seen bloody, no cotex
Ain’t summer, bring the drops and the bikes out
Let’s keep it 100, we the n***as right now
f** the law, get money, use the money to make more money
Pray for me to make more money
Cuz if I lose, I’m taking yo money
(Hook)
(Verse 3: Jim Jones)
I done payed the dues, even made the news
Stayed down and I played the rules
Hotel suits with the crazy views
And all praises do, buck 20, let the Mercedes cruise
Take one brick and make it two
Then get a real b**h that’ll take ya through, like
Work! I take trips to the beach just see how the water feel
And if you talking money, between the wrist and the whip
That’s at least like a quarter mill, ya see sum’ funny
I got a young boy that’ll hit you up just for the thrill
And that’s all mine, half these n***as all faking a** on the real
(Hook)