[Intro]
(Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do them like that?)

[Chorus]
Moncler bubbles for the times we ain’t had shit
This that Baby Los that did cash flips
This that Baby Los that drink Actavis
Put a price on his head, get the tag ripped
Forty-thousand in my pants, I ain't flash shit
N***as keep asking 'bout the ’Vette, bitch, we crashed it
Come and fuck one of my n***as, get yo' ass did
Happily hoppin' on that road got me mad rich

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, brought the foreigns, when we slide, we in fast whips
It's twenty-one inside my block, this my savage
We get one-twenty a pop without asking
So why I buy a Gucci shirt without the jacket?
Fuck a heart, I don't love no bitch, I love fashion
A n***a violate the game, get his flag took
Even if it's Halloween, we still masked up
Now every time a n***a die, they come ask us
Yeah, this that Baby Los asking for dollars
I was fucked up, they know I would be a problem
That 550 blue, I used to drive inside the Honda
A matte black coupe, bitches screaming out, "Wakanda"
I'm 'bout to fuck the city up, I’m Kwame
I caught something out the blue, a body
He said he took something from Los? He lying
I put a lot of n***as on, so they ridin’
[Chorus]
Moncler bubbles for the times we ain't had shit
This that Baby Los that did cash flips
This that Baby Los that drink Actavis
Put a price on his head, get the tag ripped
Forty-thousand in my pants, I ain’t flash shit
N***as keep asking 'bout the 'Vette, bitch, we crashed it
Come and fuck one of my n***as, get yo' ass did
Happily hoppin’ on that road got me mad rich

[Verse 2]
Trappin' and copping all these 'bows got my mans lit
We was in and out of Cali for a pandemic
These n***as pinching off the bag, think some grams missing
These n***as fucked up they stash, never had chicken
Between two or three n***as, spent a half-ticket
And we was rocking bussdowns when n***as had Breitlings
They gave my n***a forty-five, that was a bad sentence
My n***a died at twenty-one, we called it fast living
You 'sposed to stack your stash up and make it last, n***a
You shop for hoes, I shop for 'bows, n***a, our bag different
Living in hotels, them rooms ain't even had kitchens
Never serve them at your crib, boy, that's bad business
Tell a bitch, "Get what you want, I ain't yo' last n***as"
It's two Benzes in the group, I'll crash this one
A three-five in this 'Wood, I can't pass this one
We ain't financing shit, bitch, I cashed this one
Easy money
[Chorus]
Moncler bubbles for the times we ain't had shit
This that Baby Los that did cash flips
This that Baby Los that drink Actavis
Put a price on his head, get the tag ripped
Forty-thousand in my pants, I ain't flash shit
N***as keep asking 'bout the 'Vette, bitch, we crashed it
Come and fuck one of my n***as, get yo' ass did
Happily hoppin' on that road got me mad rich
(Trappin' and copping all these 'bows got my mans lit)