[Intro: Benny the Butcher]
Yeah, uh-huh (Toni, wake up, n***a)
Ayo, 'Camino (Got my n***a Dough in this bitch)
We don't do no carry-ons, soon as we land, we gon' hit Rick
I need a bitch, I need an ounce of weed, I need somethin' dry

[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]
I know these n***as won't stunt like the game
But that won't happen, they money too slow
We The Sopranos, bitch, the mob, you know the record a hundred-an-o
Pull up eat, but she in a rush, she ready to fuck, we order to go
Told her "Don't get ahead of yourself", nah, these n***as not petty, they broke
I put the hood on, then my bitch, I put this shit on, just for the pic'
I'm in the trenches in all this drip, I'm feelin' lucky, I might throw trips
Your favorite rapper ain't nothin' like me, I stand on that, and it ain't a diss
Get off the stage and open a brick, the money comin' too fast to quit, yeah

[Chorus: Benny the Butcher]
I spent eighty bills at the lot and I got a crazy deal
Got some out of town n***as I can send, like the Navy Seal (Brr)
Got some Buffalo n***as I can move the whole package with
It's some legal businesses that a n***a pay taxes with, Butch'

[Verse 2: Elcamino]
I paint you whacked, she Burgundy, I know these n***as wanna murder me
She got that ass you just need to snatch, you know I'ma send her to surgery
Fraud n***as doin' purgery, damn, I think these n***as skirtin' me
I keep it on me, that's for certainly, huh, she wanna suck it for courtesy
N***as be duckin' they murder beef, I had the mob beefin' sturdily
Lil' n***a do you dirtily, EMX, try and get you that urgery, huh
I know forgettin' it all, all the G's, they referrin' me
You know I put that shit on, all the bitches, they preferrin' me
You know it's that time of the month, I told that bitch "Hide down in your truck"
I get to throwin' money all over the buildin', go buy you whatever you want
You mentionin' me, a shooter a mind of his own, he slidin' whenever he want
I told my youngin ain't nothin' to broke, you a fat boy, you flyin' wherever you want
I told my demon to take him a break, too many n***as was dyin' at once
Too many n***as was turnin' the pack, said I'd look up, we done ran out of blunts
Real n***as, they must've ran out of straps, rollin' me fine and I'm beefin' with bums
N***as is food, chew 'em for lunch, take it to school, you know you my son
[Chorus: Benny the Butcher]
I spent eighty bills at the lot and I got a crazy deal
Got some out of town n***as I can send, like the Navy Seal (Brr)
Got some Buffalo n***as I can move the whole package with
It's some legal businesses that a n***a pay taxes with
I spent eighty bills at the lot and I got a crazy deal
Got some out of town n***as I can send, like the Navy Seal (Brr)
Got some Buffalo n***as I can move the whole package with
It's some legal businesses that a n***a pay taxes with