[Verse 1: Boldy James]
I-I-I'm from Detroit so you already know what's up then
I don't care how you get your money 'cause I'm plugged in
By any means necessary, n***a, just win
I was down a hundred-twenty, now I'm up a buck ten
I owe you, it's only us I put my trust in
Fuck friends, I don't got none but my shotgun, 'cause this just fam
So better click in, on 6 Mile, I'm the brick man
My sink bowl like a sinkhole and it's goin' down, bitch, quicksand
Air bending with them hair triggers, give you split ends
When I burn 'em out I ain't worried bout no couple thou' 'cause I get bands
So bitch, dance 'cause I'm tippin', basketballin', Big Ten
I'm tryna slam and get a private dance, she actin' like she don't give head
Bitch, quit playin', all I got is dick and some big bread
And I'm fresh out but you could put your mouth on my dick head
I'm good on my feet but I'm even better in bed
My left pocket got a fish head and my right pocket by the ten spread (Alright)

[Chorus: Boldy James]
While n***as out here tryna act like they doing somethin'?
I ain't gotta rap, I'ma do numbers
Crunchin', crunchin', crunchin', crunchin'
Crunchin', crunchin', crunchin', crunchin'
'Cause my trap slap, and my hood bumpin'
Got the spot jam-packed and the club jumpin'
Crunchin', crunchin', crunchin', crunchin'
Crunchin', crunchin', crunchin'
[Verse 2: Boldy James]
I-I-I ain't gotta rap, my trap do numbers
Plus, I got them collard greens, cabbage and the cucumbers
True pockets full of green beans and cream cheese
And last few summers, I've been ballin' out, bitch, D-League
Now I'm in the NBA, nothing but ass and titties
When I'm in the A, it's pinups and Magic City
Used to do a 'bow a day, selling halves for fifty
Put up the hundreds and the fifties and I stack the twenties
Playing with them tens and fives, I would practice plenty
Now I got them Posturepedic stacks, that's that mattress money
(Alright)

[Chorus: Boldy James]
While n***as out here tryna act like they doing somethin'?
I ain't gotta rap, I'ma do numbers
Crunchin', crunchin', crunchin', crunchin'
Crunchin', crunchin', crunchin', crunchin'
'Cause my trap slap, and my hood bumpin'
Got the spot jam-packed and the club jumpin'
Crunchin', crunchin', crunchin', crunchin'
Crunchin', crunchin', crunchin'

[Bridge]
Lay a n***a down if he think I'm pussy
I got the thesis for a rat but they kinda ugly
Sippin' tinky winky, got every color of lean
Purple, red, yellow, green, we some Teletubbies
M-A-P, Game Time, get this money
ConCreatures 227, Hellblock, hully-gully
[Chorus: Boldy James]
While n***as out here tryna act like they doing somethin'?
I ain't gotta rap, I'ma do numbers
Crunchin', crunchin', crunchin', crunchin'
Crunchin', crunchin', crunchin', crunchin'
'Cause my trap slap, and my hood bumpin'
Got the spot jam-packed and the club jumpin'
Crunchin', crunchin', crunchin', crunchin'
Crunchin', crunchin', crunchin'