[Intro] There's not a soul in here— [Verse 1: Merlyn Wood] Pull up to your house and dump like a trash man All up in your grill, but I'm not a fan Merlyn, I do no hat-trick, just show me where the cash at Then show me where the hash at, f** that, show me where the cash at I would rather be on acid, rather make investments Come out of that debt, we'll come out of those bed sheets I'm like the IRS, pull up to your address I was trying my best to seizure, but pull it like Ke$ha Jonny Dang gon' ice my diamonds, up out that freezer I used to be broke, I don't got amnesia I used to deal with both, now it's black victims She know not to call collect if she go to prison [Chrous: Merlyn Wood] Move to the window and drizzle with that pitter-pat [?] Where you n***as at Where the cash at? Used to ask that Where the cash at? Used to ask that Move to the window and drizzle with that pitter-pat [?] Where you n***as at? Where the cash at? Used to ask that Where the cash at? Used to ask that [Verse 2: Matt Champion] At night I bring them out I was sleeping upside-down Keep you up, I come around They stay right up on my tip Send me a pic whenever you slip Hoping this outflow my scales Full throttle whenever I blaze Fifty mil, put it under my wheel Human, I see through your eyes Until my CCC wide open to my skin They can see the run They feel like they been kicking DDR Bustin' out the bar, human out the tour They grip [?] of the gas Miss the days I can't get back [Chrous: Merlyn Wood] Move to the window and drizzle with that pitter-pat [?] Where you n***as at Where the cash at? Used to ask that Where the cash at? Used to ask that Move to the window and drizzle with that pitter-pat [?] Where you n***as at? Where the cash at? Used to ask that Where the cash at? Used to ask that