[Intro: BlocBoy JB]
Yeah, yeah
Pfft, ha
DJ Victoriouz with me in the building
Yeah

[Chorus: BlocBoy JB]
Money and hoes (Hoes)
Reminiscing 'bout the days when I was kickin' them doors (Doors)
We have to work in them trenches and we have some pots on the stove (Word)
I laid a n***a down then I stretched him, I'm up in robbery mode (That's on my momma)

[Verse: BlocBoy JB]
I got the strap in the mink coat (Coat)
Shot him five times, that's a cinco (Huh?)
Put that boy in the water, ayy, let's go find Nemo
We get to the ticket like pink notes (Whoa)
You smoke gas tell what type of herb though (Gas)
Fuck your bitch then I pass it a Swervo' (Swerve)
'Bout that action but we not a verb though
Smokin' dope, gettin' geek with your bitch, she a nerd hoe (Huh?)
My choppa red like a bell though
I'm in LA smokin' dope up on Melrose (Gang)
I get this paper, no mail though
Jeepers Creepers in the field like a scarecrow (Scarecrow)
If you bookin' BN and 150 we need them six digits so we need 150 (Ooh)
We tote them choppas, hand guns with the mops
You n***as ain't got a .50 (Huh?)
Water diamonds hit like the Pacific ('Cific)
When I was young, momma told me I'm gifted (Gifted)
Sippin' lean got me tipsy (Leanin')
On the hustle, my n***a, I'm feeling like Nipsey (Huh?)
Two liter, pour a Pepsi (Pepsi)
Bitch tell me what is your beverage? (Beverage)
I shot a boy and put him underwater, I turned a n***a into a shellfish (Doh-doh-doh)
[Chorus: BlocBoy JB]
Mo-Mo-Money and hoes (Hoes)
Reminiscing bout the days when I was kickin' them doors (Doors)
We have to work in them trenches and we have some pots on the stove (Word)
I laid a n***a down then I stretched him, I'm up in robbery mode (That's on my momma)

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Uh, rich but I'm still n***a
I hang with real killers
If I say they gon' deal with you (Grra)
When I was ten, my pop shot a Tommy, I ain't talkin' Hilfiger
Saw my first ten, it turn into a hundred, but now I got real figures
Touch seven figures and independent (Bop)
I ain't see no shootouts, I was really in it
Can't go to the hood, 'cause police really want me
Ain't seen my lil' n***a and them in a minute
Saw these photos, my blood bro off business
Since '09, he been a lil' menace
If I call him on the phone, we gon' get busy
Had to high speed 'cause I had me an itchy
Shoutouts my big bro, but just like he lil' broski
I'ma pop out with that lil' glizzy
I'm in the stu' house right now with the gang
My son in LA 'cause he really miss me
First I was just ridin' a Lambo truck
But I had to cash out 'cause that bitch fit me
And I don't try to be on that gangster shit
But I can't get it a round of this, just in me
[Chorus: BlocBoy JB]
Mo-Mo-Money and hoes (Hoes)
Reminiscing bout the days when I was kickin' 'em doors (Get down)
We have to work in 'em trenches and we have some pots on the stove (Word)
I laid a n***a down then I stretched him, I'm up in robbery mode (That's on my momma)

[Outro: G Herbo, Blocboy JB]
Gang
Yo, Bloc, that's my motherfuckin' brother on foenem
Money and hoes
Money and hoes
Money and hoes
Money and hoes
DJ Victoriouz with me in the building