[Intro]
(Thank you, GC)
(Hit it)

[Verse 1: BTB Savage]
Hit the road with a hundred, bet I get the bag gone (Get that shit gone)
You can't even show a dub, n***a, get your ass on (Broke-ass n***a)
Green dumps at the ATM with the PIN code
Them n***as gon' be mad as fuck, they wake up and that bag gone (I'm gone)
You'd leave the trap if you see the scam cash, though
You flexin' with them throwbacks, n***a, let the past go (Lame-ass n***a)
Real puncher, pullin' bank fraud, a two-headed G.O.A.T.
Pullin' fraud in Minnesota while it's cold like I'm Lil Boat
N***as broke as fuck, that's why you never see 'em outside (Nеver see them n***as)
N***a, why you hatin' on me? Don't you work a day job? (Work at Walmart)
Playin' likе shit funny and get slapped up like Chris Rock
You ain't even try to jugg, n***as out here dry, sellin' sauce
Fifty in a vacuum seal in case a n***a get caught (Yeah)
And if I pay the rent, I turn the spot into a trap house
CPN spot, I'm finna turn it to a scam house (For sure)
I ain't do no payments on the pendant, boy, I cashed out
Lil'-ass n***a hatin' on me, pull a bag out
He thought this was a normal glizzy, 'til he heard the switch rounds
If you don't want your bitch took, you better not bring your bitch 'round
I put her on the laptop and make her bust logs down
We can't go on dates until she drop a check and pull it out (Yeah)
A hundred bows just touched down, they landed at your ho house (One of your ho houses)
N***as had a buzz, and now they broke like they Eddie House (Broke-ass n***a)
A thousand blues on me, think I walked out of Jordan Downs
[Verse 2: Skilla Baby]
I used to get high, now I don't, was off, now I'm on
Used to hound bitches, now I won't, get her off my phone
If I don't make at least a thousand, I ain't goin' home
I'm a young n***a, but my money grown
Can tell you a story 'bout the money, this a rich tale
Shoot a fully at a n***a whip, make him fishtail
Fish scale, this a whole brick, I need a big scale
I remember when I went to jail, I couldn't get mail
The boy came stepped on, how he get this pale?
All my opps lil' boys, they take big L's
N***a, I knew I was gettin' rich since twelve
My mama knew I was the one gon' get us out the hood
Tryna throw my opps a party, Mr. Rugs
Young n***a always be with the thugs
Huh?