[Intro]
YMP Cash
Aye, aye

[Chorus]
AR and I keep that bitch loaded
Pockets on fat, them bitches bloated
You got the blick, huh? Then show it
You get the money, huh? Then show it
Copped a new bag, then I'm a show it
On the goop, it got me movin' slowly
Glock got a strike, like we was going bowling
They bottin' they plays, like who you foolin'?
Walk in the club and I brought my tool in
No ID, I just walk right through it
Just got a check, and then I went blew it
I don't play games, and they should've knew it
Y'all better chill, yeah, y'all better cool it
Cause I got a chopper and that bitch got a cooler kit
Just like a backwood, you can go get lit, yeah

[Verse]
Fucked a bitch named Keisha, like it was Belly
Shots to the head, we don't do shots to belly
Money on my mind now I feel like Lil Wayne
Murder on my mind now I'm feelin' like Melly
Walk in the trap, and the gas you smell it
My bro got a Glock, but he a felon
If you run up he gone dump at your melon
I don't give a fuck about you or your feelings
I'm with Ant and we still dealing
I think that I lost my ceiling
Get the pints them I'm cracking the seal in
Now you know that I'm 'bout a go sip it
You got played by that bitch, cause you a simp man
Yellow lean, call it Bart Simpson
[Chorus]
AR and I keep that bitch loaded
Pockets on fat, them bitches bloated
You got the blick, huh? Then show it
You get the money, huh? Then show it
Copped a new bag, then I'm a show it
On the goop, it got me movin' slowly
Glock got a strike, like we was going bowling
They bottin' they plays, like who you foolin'?
Walk in the club and I brought my tool in
No ID, I just walk right through it
Just got a check, and then I went blew it
I don't play games, and they should've knew it
Y'all better chill, yeah, y'all better cool it
Cause I got a chopper and that bitch got a cooler kit
Just like a backwood, you can go get lit, yeah

[Outro]
AR and I keep that bitch loaded
Pockets on fat, them bitches bloated
You got the blick, huh? Then show it
You get the money, huh? Then show it
Copped a new bag, then I'm a show it
On the goop, it got me movin' slowly
Glock got a strike, like we was going bowling
They bottin' they plays, like who you foolin'?
Walk in the club and I brought my tool in
No ID, I just walk right through it
Just got a check, and then I went blew it
I don't play games, and they should've knew it
Y'all better chill, yeah, y'all better cool it
Cause I got a chopper and that bitch got a cooler kit
Just like a backwood, you can go get lit, yeah