[Intro: Toohda Band$]
Granny asked me why I always got a coffee cup
(Funk or Die)

[Chorus: Toohda Band$]
Backstabbed, I don't know who to trust
I know my mama say I'm different from the streets, it really fucked me up
I done took a lot of losses, but it bossed me up
My granny asked me why I always got a coffee cup
You ain't tryna make no money 'cause you talk too much
They can make a thousand songs, they ain't poppin' us
Stompin' on the gas, I see the lights, they ain't catchin' up
Smokin' weed in the Cullinan, this a fancy truck

[Verse 1: Toohda Band$]
Twinkle show when they see my chains, they be dancin', huh?
A lot of n***as want me dead, but I'm hard to touch
They love to see a n***a broke, they hate I'm band up
These n***as think they super trappers, sellin' grams, huh
You always speakin' down on me, you a fan, huh?
Fuck on model bitches, you ain't see me put the leg up
My brother lookin' down, I told that n***a pick his head up
We gon' ball forever, all them nights we ain't had nothin'
I was fucked up, I ran it up, now the bag jumpin'
Bust down my bitch, she the shit, she got an ass comin'
Pop the door on any opp n***a, they some fast runners
N***as finally got some VLONE, that was last summer
I heard you n***as caught a drought, that's a real bummer
Weezy never hoop, but he can shoot, that's a nice jumper
Crazy how this bitch givin' me money, I ain't even touch her
I'm in a rush every hour like Chris Tucker
I'm important now, every month, gotta change my number
Keep a blick with me, I'll be damned if they put me under
Unc' showed me how to mix it, whip it 'til it's butter
I always knew that I would shine, one my favorite number
[Chorus: Toohda Band$]
Backstabbed, I don't know who to trust
I know my mama say I'm different from the streets, it really fucked me up
I done took a lot of losses, but it bossed me up
My granny asked me why I always got a coffee cup
You ain't tryna make no money 'cause you talk too much
They can make a thousand songs, they ain't poppin' us
Stompin' on the gas, I see the lights, they ain't catchin' up
Smokin' weed in the Cullinan, this a fancy truck

[Verse 2: Baby Money]
I got rich off of one route, trappin' 'til the sun down
How the fuck he makin' income and he don't come out?
A hundred on the chop, you'd be dead before it run out
We had y'all town hot, we did a half a mil' in one house
Bitch, our drugs better
She got the bag, I'll write the bitch a love letter
Know how it go, Louis V make her love catchin'
I keep the pole, disrespect me, let the doves bless him
Kill a n***a, go and give your mom a hug after
After I get it, I go broke, then I'm robbin'
Probably playin' with them bitches, but you ain't playin' with no guala
Went from totin' the pistol to me ridin' with choppers
I ain't holdin' no issue, boy, if it's problems, we ridin'