[Intro]
Yo, chick, Slikk, chick, chick
You can catch me with that sack, and a pile of yayo
Money equals everything, bitch you better pay me, ho
Trappin' straight drop in the motherfuckin' suburbs
Catch me with that sack (Chick)

[Chorus]
You can catch me with that sack, and a pile of yayo
Money equals everything, bitch you better pay me, ho
Trappin' straight drop in the motherfuckin' suburbs
Boy 5 20 Bags got me doin' numbers
Catch me with that sack, and a pile of yayo
Money equals everything, bitch you better pay me, ho
Trappin' straight drop in the motherfuckin' suburbs
Boy 5 20 Bags got me doin' numbers

[Verse]
Got Miami kush blowin' on that shit religiously
Welcome to the M-I-A where money equals everything
We be sippin' heavy drank, pouring ounces in the sprite
Poppin' on them quad stacks, stayin' up all fuckin night
Ruben Slikk you know I'm tight don't know 'bout hoe like water pipes
You cuffin' on yo bitch but she wanna see what my dick is like
I flip the white and first I get ounce and a half of drip
Two zips of reggie and 'em 5s bitch I got them shits
When I spend up all my shit, guess it's time to hit a lick
I ain't ever scared but it's time to go and get the shit
Make a cracker drive while I'm sittin' in the back
Strap in my lap with some hoes in my hat
He a pussy ass n***a, he wanna see me broke
All he gonna see is the barrel in his throat
He a pussy ass n***a, he wanna see me broke
All he gonna see is the barrel in his throat
[Chorus]
You can catch me with that sack, and a pile of yayo
Money equals everything, bitch you better pay me, ho
Trappin' straight drop in the motherfuckin' suburbs
Boy 5 20 Bags got me doin' numbers
You can catch me with that sack, and a pile of yayo
Money equals everything, bitch you better pay me, ho
Trappin' straight drop in the motherfuckin' suburbs
Boy 5 20 Bags got me doin' numbers
Catch me with that sack, and a pile of yayo
Money equals everything, bitch you better pay me, ho
Trappin' straight drop in the motherfuckin' suburbs
Boy 5 20 Bags got me doin' numbers