[Intro:Antwon]
Hello bitch! Ye its time for some pussy
Mm yea mm yeah it's time to get some pussy
Haha haaa aaa aaaa
[Hook:Antwon,Wiki,Lil Ugly Mane]
We gettin money you watch us stack
Show me where your hatred at , where them haters at
We gettin bands you watch us step
We gettin money you watch us stack
Show me where your hatred at , where them haters at
We gettin bands you watch us step
Show me where your hatred at , wherе them haters at

[Verse 1: Lil ugly Mane]
They hatе me that's the intro
Pockets swole like lymph nodes
I be sittin on boat loads of that raw white and that indo
They ain't really wanna see me up
Jalous hoes keep creeping up
That attitude need to re-adjust
Man they mad at you [?]
I know they hate it cuz' i made it widhout even trying
I'll be getting paper just for rhymes i ain't even lying
All i see is wack artists,should be workin at [?]
All i do is stack dollars,all you do is rap garbage
Whole team need a ghost writer, could expose liars
STG we so fire, ridin round in that tonka truck with them chrome tires
Kickin back in that kick-back
Got no time for your bitchass
4,5,6, homie click-clack, money team we go get that
[Hook:Antwon,Wiki,Lil Ugly Mane]
We gettin money you watch us stack
Show me where your hatred at , where them haters at
We gettin bands you watch us step
We gettin money you watch us stack
Show me where your hatred at , where them haters at
We gettin bands you watch us step
Show me where your hatred at , where them haters at

[Verse 2: Wiki]
Hey,man that's in their heads,in their hearts, they can't take
Seein another fucker taking off , they wait
For you to slip and try and take your place
Can't make, [?] they gotta play they part
They scrape, up what we left yea while we paper chase
And we straight, makin it raw while you [?]
It just ain't, really your taste man you must be fake
How you hate, on something great you a fuckin' fraud
Man you gone, what for that bullshit up inside your jaw
Keep it close, [?] with them hatin hoes inside the yard
Told me shave, my unibrow I'd rather shave my balls
Naw, fuckers always talking never takin' charge
I wanted that shit since like 7th grade that's on god
You couldn't do it then so rating me became your job
Every day we gone, erry single day we gone
Just a day, walk in the rain, [?]