[Verse 1 - Blu]
Yeah... This is all our turf... Warriors
Won't let them n***as slick us with their slickery
Paying money to the coroner
Them old 'blah blah blah' n***as is boring ya
We glide on the scene like Gumby n***a
Estafan, Gloria
Will it be all over in the morning?!
f** that n***a, cash is calling
Keep me breathing
Like n***a in the morning keep your teeth white
Right from under your nose, master thieves
Carti on the trapper still snatch the cheese
Two G's green and green
Go hand in hand like cookies and cream
(Bum a** n***as)
That's p**y and cash rules everthing around me
Cookies and cream
That's p**y and cash rules everthing around me
Cookies and cream
[Verse 2 - Roc Marciano]
Cali weed and swisha
Laying on the fishnet on the beam with Melissa
Keep the lean in the pitcher
Potent green with the team in the picture
Catch ya queen in the sh**ter
Might sacrifice ya bishop
The motif's never show teeth
Snow beast level o geese
We put the coke in them streets
My old sh** is heat, I'm currently at my peak
(Top notch!)
Trial by fire
Pliers something thick like Mya in a choir
The fiend wore a wire
Word to Lil Rock
I serve crackheads little rocks
n***as g**ning out in Little Rock
Black skully in the summer
Dumped a hundred out the Hummer
Sound like a drummer, newcomer
Go hard like the dream in the paint
n***as think it's a game but it ain't, I'm saying...
[Chorus x 2]
Dough in the sweats
Sippin' on the Moet
n***as know what I rep
b**hes blowin' the head
Yo cut the motherf**ing check
Go cut the motherf**ing check
[Verse 3 - Quelle Chris]
Cake out the bank like a bakery
Bread rolls out that bag that they stuff for me
Lex-o seats heat up so comfortably
Head from hoes, head honchos come f** with me
Jeeves... cut the cheese
Cut the wine ma, the moolah
Six stars... big cars
Big body... big sparks
Big heart artichokes with the cigar
The [?] on the roll always make [?]
We living large, getting ours
And give it back to the titty bar, it's yours
We make it rain, Dustin Hoffman
Dust him off man, he was a boss man
Big Slauson flossing like the Baldwin Hills
Ball point sk**, James Bulger
In the hills with the tall thing, dark skin
Blonde [?] hard licks
Woke up and my brain was doing Mark Spitz
Mo' money gotta get made
And you know me I gotta get paid
[Chorus x 2]
Dough in the sweats
Sippin' on the Moet
n***as know what I rep
b**hes blowin' the head
Yo cut the motherf**ing check
Go cut the motherf**ing check