[Intro: Rucci]
Ayy, look I'm still popping pills
Still sipping lean
Still doing everything I'm not supposed to do

[Verse 1: Rucci]
Everybody in the club getting tipsy
Everybody doing drugs if they with me
You throwing ones, we throwing hundreds and fifties
You n***as better run if you ain't running with me
Cash rules everything around me, I'm crispy
You get me, Krispy with that Kreme and you thrifty
Bank off that motherfucking ye or I'm fifty
Quick to hit a n***a with that K or I'm gone miss him
Bankroll after bankroll, big spending
I take hoes then replace hoes, I'm that n***a
Still getting jiggy off that jiggle
I really ain't got no motherfucking filter
Fuck you and motherfuck how you feeling
If it ain't about a million, all them calls, I'm just missing
These n***as out they motherfucking mind
I really ain't got the motherfucking time
I'm known to bust heads, don't try me
In the club with my bitch and my strap right beside me
You know, it's Rucci, I don't need no ID
Ayy, this beat bang, Mike Almighty
[Chorus: Rucci]
Tell me why the fuck would a young n***a trip?
I'm getting money and I'm fucking on your bitch
You do what you want when you got it like this
You do what you want when you popping like this
Ayy, tell me how the fuck a young n***a gon' lose?
Ayy, you couldn't take a step in my shoes
You do what you want when you got it like this
You do what you want when you popping like this

[Verse 2: BlueBucksClan DJ]
Drinking juice in this bitch, we ain't tipsy
Pouring sprites 'til them bitches look like Pepsi
All blues in my pocket, RIP Nipsey (RIP)
I was broke, all them bitches used to skip me
Now I do what I want, now I'm picky
Now I do what I want, they tryna get me
She was cool 'til that bitch tried to kiss me
Only n***a on the East with a Richie
With my n***a RuccDawg in the fifties
Told my n***a got a lick, n***a, we finna ball
Tell 'em like Deebo, n***a, you gone get involved
Bouncing out for them racks like a tennis ball

[Verse 3: Jeeezy]
Coach wouldn't let me on the field, now I'm in the field
Got me fucking with them strippers like I'm dollar bill
I bet your bitch fall through, I feel like Meek Mill
She gone suck it all night, she just popped a pill
Coach wouldn't let me on the field, now I'm in the field
Throw your ass out my crib, bitch, I'm Uncle Phil
Your bitch really got some skills, I might pay her bill
She keep telling you she won't, but I bet she will
Got these Gucci shades on, I can't see shit
Ray Charles to these hoes on some blind shit
Bitch, I feel like Tony Allen, I'm on defense
Got his bitch going long
[Chorus: Rucci]
Tell me why the fuck would a young n***a trip?
I'm getting money and I'm fucking on your bitch
You do what you want when you got it like this
You do what you want when you popping like this
Ayy, tell me how the fuck a young n***a gon' lose?
Ayy, you couldn't take a step in my shoes
You do what you want when you got it like this
You do what you want when you popping like this

[Outro]
Ayy, this beat bang, Mike Almighty