[Intro]
(Honcho on that beat, word, say that)
Mm, Dee Mula

[Verse]
Call me what you want, bet you can't call me broke
Call me what you want, bet you can't call me poor
Before you call my phone about that bitch, you better call the ho
I look like I sell dope, I look like I sell cars, all these foreigns in my yard
She look like a model, pussy fat, must got her pad on
She know she a bad bitch, can't fuck with her, leave her alone
If you ain't gettin' no money, you can't get no pussycat
Hit the gas, get her pussy wet like how I push the 'Cat
Why you talkin' out your top like Dee Mula won't push it back?
Reachin' for my chain, that's suicide, slam, wrestlin' match
Linkin' with the opps, that's cool, don't give a damn, pass it back
We turn n***as to some dope, look at they post and laugh at that
Want a rich n***a, real risk taker, that's me, baby
I be in them streets, baby, fat boy gotta eat, baby
Put it down, scratch her coochie out
All these bitches walkin' around like I'm at Lil Boosie house
And I can't help it that I'm bossed up
Got these n***as sick, I'm in they chest, I'm what they cough up
Fire-percent the tent, look like the narcs, I'm in this black truck
Movin' like the president, fresher than a peppermint, he clean like no evidence
Ayy, call me what you want, bet you can't call me broke
Call me what you want, bet you can't call me poor
In my hood, they spot, robbin' and shit, they must know Curtis Snow
Ran into an opp, he ain't do shit, I guess he let it go
He be with my old friends, them n***as probably let him know
Them n***as ain't opps, they really fans, probably at my show
Probably want a kid, Mula 'cause I done probably fucked they ho
Prada on me head and toes, four pocket full, ain't come to play
Fuck her good, I beat her dormants down, make sure she come to stay
Them n***as ain't havin' motion, them n***as share bankrolls
Them n***as ain't used to shit, they fallin' out 'bout stank hoes
Cut my n***a off just for some pussy, that's a never (No)
Ho told me I'm a dog, kicked her out, bitch, I'm the devil
I kill shit, I know they was comin, I wasn't there, I feel shit
How you got a boyfriend? Turn around and let me still hit
I'm that n***a, in my hood, I'm the biggest if I don't get no bigger
Woulda kept that n***a 'round if he ain't paint that picture
Last n***a tried to take somethin', took shots, no liquor
Last time we hit they block, them n***as drop they pistol
If he ain't go with you to slide, then that is not your n***a
He is not no gangster
Last time they dropped the lo', I pulled up on them blankin'
Make it count, we off the scope, that's why they block so stankin'
That's why they clique been shrankin'
And I know every n***a 'round me shootin' they gun so anxious
We in these cars runnin' red lights
Slap that bitch in sport, we see the feds lights
Might keep her around if her head right
In my hood, you see nothin' but medlights
Yellow tape and cones on the ground, that mean he dead, right? (Ha-ha)
[Outro]
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