[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Eastside, Eastside, Eastside
Eastside, Eastside, Eastside
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
He back on them Monsta-beatz, he from where the monsters be
He full of them ganja trees, he been holding down the East
He creep up the block on threes, them bitches been watchings G’s
Stacking like mobster cheese, lobster, pasta, helicopters
Rooftop on top us, other teams, they can't stop us
I purchased my twelfth Impala
N***as with bottomless pockets, clocking them dollars
I stacked a couple mil, I'm still plotting
No, it's not over, bitch, if we want some more shit
Act like you know when real n***as walk in the door in here
We finna go in, champagne flowing
Super doja smoking, private jet owners
No, it's not hard to notice who really raking that dough in
I brought my bong to the U.S. Open
It's like game, set, love, Jet life, there's only God above
And I got it out the mud, diamonds in the mud, went home and shined it up
Family first. I'm fresh to death, Rolls Royce web-tail look like a hearse
Fuck they gonna do with me, I'm in pursuit of cheese
Living out all my dead homie dreams
Drop the top when the stars out, Mmy n***a, I know you can see me
If there's a heaven for a gangster, I know they got radio, know they got TV
I done caught stunts casually, it's nothing to me, ‘cause I'm used to it
Treat the Rolls Royce like a Ford Taurus, I just drove that bitch to Wal-Mart
(Eastside, Eastside Eastside)
Treat the Rolls Royce like a Ford Taurus, I just drove that bitch to Wal-Mart
No, that's not my only foreign car, Benz, BMW and Porsche
Never saw the BET awards, they would probably try to kick us out
Smokin’ on the killa in the crowd, fuck if the cameras came around
Fuck if the sponsors came around, they ain't really want us in here anyhow
N.W.A. run a hundred miles, I had more to go if I remember right
Eastside, Eastside, Eastside
Eastside, Eastside, Eastside
Eastside, Eastside, Eastside
[Chorus]
He back on them Monsta-beats, he from where the monsters be
(Eastside, Eastside, Eastside)
He full of them ganja trees, he creep up the block on threes
(Eastside, Eastside, Eastside)

[Reprise]
Lobster, pasta, helicopters, rooftop on top us
Other teams, they can't stop us
I purchased my twelfth Impala, n***a got bottomless pockets
Clocking them dollars, stashed a couple mil, I'm still plotting
No, it's not over, bitch, cause we want some more shit
Act like you know when real n***as walk in the door in here
We finna go in, champagne flowing, super doja smoking, private jet owners
No, it's not hard to notice who really raking that dough in
I brought my bong to the U.S. Open
Game, set, love, Jet life, only God above
Eastside, Eastside, Eastside (Eastside, Eastside, Eastside)
Yeh right

[Chorus]
He back on them Monsta-beatz, he from where the monsters be
(Eastside, Eastside, Eastside)
He full of them ganja trees, he creep up the block on D’s
(Eastside, Eastside, Eastside)
Eastside, Eastside, Eastside (Eastside, Eastside)
Eastside, Eastside, Eastside (Eastside, Eastside)
Eastside, Eastside, Eastside (Eastside, Eastside)
Eastside, Eastside, Eastside (Eastside, Eastside)
Eastside, Eastside, Eastside (Eastside, Eastside)