[Verse 1: BlueBucksClan DJ]
Doggin' out the same hoes that you kissin' on (Same hoes)
Get some head, when I bust, how you gettin' home? (How you gettin' home?)
Talkin' to the lady in Dior, yeah, we get along (Yeah, we get along)
Put it in the bag, told her I don't need to fit it on (I don't need to fit it on)
Fade with the waves, n***a, I don't got no fitted on (I don't got no fitted on)
Bitch, I feel like Turkey Shepp, I'm finna get it on (Get it on)
N***a disrespect the Clan, he gettin' spitted on (Spitted on)
Blockin' bitches, they still callin' from a different phone (Callin' from a phone)
No more ones in the club, yeah, blame me (Blame me)
All these bands make these hoes want a baby (Bitch crazy)
N***as thinkin' that this rap shit made me (N***a stupid)
I been havin' hoes since YG made "Ain't Me" (Yeah)
Why is other n***as' bitches tryna claim me? (I don't know)
Why I got on thousand-dollar shoes when it's rainy? (I don't know)
N***as askin' 'round where we from, we ain't bangin' (We ain't bangin')
Pocket full of blues, bottom of my shoes flamin' (Shoes flamin')

[Verse 2: Jeeezy]
Talk about good grass, but I feel like n***as hatin' (N***as hatin')
Told her I'm like Cedric when it come to entertainin' (On my mama)
She know I'm in love with her mouth, this shit amazin' (Shit amazin')
Get up off your ass, get a bag, quit complainin' (Lil' n***a)
Double-R's parked in the front, we finna race 'em (Finna race 'em)
Let these lame bitches off the leash, he finna save 'em (Bitches lame)
Fans takin' pictures at the mall, a n***a famous (N***a famous)
Yeah, she got a n***a, but she finna make arrangements (Make arrangements)
Bought the same shirt twice, fuck exchangin' it (Yeah, fuck it)
Oh, you be fuckin' with them n***as? They the lamest (N***as weird)
She let me fuck her, but you gotta make a payment (Make a payment)
Ask me if I like his song, but I ain't played it (I ain't heard it)
This shit ain't happen overnight, yeah, I was patient (I was patient)
She small, but it's big in here, this shit spacious (This shit spacious)
Dodgin' all these weak bitches like The Matrix (Like The Matrix)
[Verse 3: BlueBucksClan DJ]
I don't do weak bitches, man, I hate it (Man, I hate it)
I can't hang with lame n***as, I can't take it (I can't take it)
N***a say he want a song, throw them bands at me (Throw them bands)
Pull out the foreigns and the blues, it's a Clan rally (Clan rally)
I just ran off with a Chase, I'm still scam-happy (Scam-happy)
Count a thirty in my bitch face, you still mad at me? (You still mad?)

[Verse 4: Jeeezy]
Finna spoil this lil' bitch like her granddaddy (Like her granddaddy)
Talkin' shit, these labels tryna throw a bag at me (Throw a bag)
I just post this bitch on my story, she so damn happy
Let her post me on her shit, baby, don't tag me (Don't tag me)
Tryna lead my team to the 'ship like I'm Coach Andy (Coach Andy)
All weak bitches at your party, it wasn't no baddies (Where?)

[Verse 5: BlueBucksClan DJ]
Fuck that, I'm goin' back in (Fuck that)
'Member I ain't have shit, that was back then (Yeah)
Cullinan big as fuck, I can't back in (I can't back in)
I'm only here for one reason, for the backend (Backend)
Bitches wanna leave with us, they tryna pack in (Pack in)
Back of the Rolls truck gettin' a lap dance (Lap dance)

[Verse 6: Jeeezy]
Christians bleeding on my feet, I'm finna tap dance (I'm finna tap dance)
Can't believe I paid this much for some black pants (Can't believe it)
[Verse 7: BlueBucksClan DJ]
Big Rolls when we ridin' up (Big Rolls)
Big plays in the field, yeah, we linin' up (Linin' up)
Model bitches wanna fuck, yeah, sign 'em up (Sign 'em up)
Poppin' bottles in the club, money flyin' up (Lil' n***a)