[Intro: G.T.]
(Damjonboi)
Money counter music, n***a
Got my n***a D. Hill in this bitch (D. Hill)
Ayy

[Chorus: G.T.]
When I'm gone off the drank, I ​don't care how they feel about me
When I'm off a pill, feel like I'm outside my body
Twenty-six the wheel, brand new Forgiato
I just popped a seal, gon' drink it out the bottle, ayy

[Verse 1: G.T.]
Came up in the trenches, I be 'round killers, 'round the robbers
Got them scripts, you know we pop 'em, n***a, we need that Roxycontin
Whip it up with my left hand, Harden off the Rockets
Like we in the championship game, n***a, rings rocky, n***a
Before a rap song, I was hand-to-handin' with fiends, n***a
Two-for-fifteens, n***a, Sada, what you need, n***a?
N***as say what they want, my young n***as ran it up off green lean
I ran it up off exotic, n***a, each 'bow, it cost like six G's
Ridin' with Jefe in the white McLaren, pull up, kill the scene
That Motion Gang, that Wavy Gang, that FPG, that BMG
N***as blowin' they last out here tryna keep up with the team
I throw the bird, my young n***as throw up B's, some throw up C's
[Chorus: G.T. & Peezy]
When I'm gone off the drank, I ​don't care how they feel about me
When I'm off a pill, feel like I'm outside my body
Twenty-six the wheel, brand new Forgiato (Ayy, G, what's up, my boy?)
I just popped a seal, gon' drink it out the bottle (Let's go, ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2: Peezy]
I don't care 'bout how they feel about me
Yeah, my young n***as gon' kill about me
Got a bad bitch at home that say she been about me and she still about me
Real street n***a, I can feel a problem
Wore Prada back then, I'm still a problem
I ain't tryna go to no clubs, bitch
I'm tryna go get me a mil' and count it
Bitch say she wanna go shoppin', huh?
She be lucky if she can get a meal up out me
I took the ho out of town to get her some titties and told her don't tell nobody
200K in my closet, uh
I be with killers and robbers, uh
I caught a bus in Kentucky
Never looked back, now I'm draped in designer, uh
I don't wan' talk to no label, told 'em I need me a million to sign me
I really go to the hood since I done got rich 'cause you n***as too grimy, uh
I'm tryna stay out the way, if you thinkin' I'm sweet, tell a n***a to try me, uh
'Cause I got the money in front of me, and I got all of the killers behind me, ayy
[Chorus: G.T.]
When I'm gone off the drank, I ​don't care how they feel about me
When I'm off a pill, feel like I'm outside my body
Twenty-six the wheel, brand new Forgiato
I just popped a seal, gon' drink it out the bottle