[Chorus]
Real money makers, startin' to think that I'm the shit
I got real guns, you prolly think of empty clip, yeah
I can't even fuck up with that hoe, she stay up on my dick
I got like 40 fuckin' shots, they click, up in my stick
Yeah, yeah, I love my fuckin' bitch
I love my fuckin' blick, like, bitch, that's all I fuckin' need
I got fans around the state, like bitch it's fuckin' time, we neat
Say my fuckin' name too much, got 30 [?] came with blick
Like can you stop, just, like, talkin' on me? Let me be

[Verse]
Ah, I ride with pole
Like please don't call my phone if it ain't bout that dough
Baby, I got money, I think we can roll
Baby, I got money, pockets arе tall