[Intro: OT7 Quanny]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Huh

[Verse 1: OT7 Quanny]
I just ran through fifty cash, n***a, you waitin' on Friday (Yeah, you waitin' on Friday)
She said she want n***as with some money, send her my way (Send her my way)
Have her biddin' on the road with so much cash, she was nervous
N***a, why the fuck you want my number? You ain't tryna purchase (You ain't tryna purchase)
My bitch found out I fucked your bitch, now she mad (Now she mad)
It ain't shit, I'm a boss, I changed her mood and bought her bag (I bought her bag)
A hundred racks to turn this robbery to a homicide (A hundred racks)
He think I'm the pizza man but when he come out, he gon' die (When he come out, he gon' die)
N***a, you ain't gettin' money, I think you should stop it (You should stop it)
How the fuck I fit twenty grand in my pocket?
Heard you can't keep a bitch, n***a, 'cause you broke ('Cause you broke)
Press a button, this bitch do just I say like a remote (Just like, ahaha)
N***as talkin' crazy, thirty clip look like a rope (Thirty clip, like, what you say?)
Bitch, I'm super hot, yeah, I think I seen a ghost
They said "What's his name?" died, hold up, bro, let's make a toast
I just met a 'migo, he got the "shh," his name Los
Brand new F.N. Five-seveN in my Louis coat (How you get it in?)
Swimmin' with them sharks, boy, you better not get ate
I be in the field catchin' plays, [?]
Ran out of shoe boxes, think it's time to buy a safe (Run it up)
Better lace your cleats, pussy, and you better not lack
'Cause if you slip once, we gon' book you for the sack
Only thing I ever wanted was some fuckin' racks
And once we say it's up, we put you up, it ain't no comin' back
And if we talkin' scores, pussy, go and check the stats
I know you heard about the last two got played, got strapped
I know n***as from the A' playin' with birds like [?]
I just left the Louis store and I spent like 12 flat
I just poured four ounces now I'm sleep walkin'
I was out, Miami, bitches naked in the 'Rarri
This the Playboy Mansion, thirty bitches in the spot
N***a, I'm a boss, I spent a stack on my socks (Shit was light, uh-uh)
[Verse 2: Poundside Pop]
I be runnin' with them Zoo Gang soldiers, I be with some juveniles, they ain't from the 'Nolia
Yeah, this Glock get to poppin' like a toaster, got my bitches movin' bags, put 'em in a Rover
Bullet hit 'em in his head, pop right out his shoulders
N***as talkin' 'bout what he did, we ain't even notice
Pussy n***a gon' be dead, playin' 'bout that Rollie
Me and Quanny ballin' on these n***as, Shaq' and Kobe (Swish), yeah
Boy, your favorite rapper, he's a fed, all my n***as sellin' work, n***a, fuck the feds
Baby, I don't wanna fuck you, I just want the head
N***a, I been sippin' purple, I don't want the red
All these bitches 'round the gang tryna steal the lingo
Smokin' Cha Runtz, bitch, that's all the gang smoke
Bitch, this money grow on trees, [?] like chainsmoke
N***a doin' that wolfin', he don't no smoke
Talkin' like a shooter, boy, we know that you don't tote
Chiefy come through like Max Payne, shot 'em slow-mo
Chiefy come through like Max Payne, shot 'em slow-mo