[Verse 1: Tris J]
On a long ass roll like an eight foot bike
Mike rollin' up a plane trynna make that flight
The skinny n***a of the year celebrate that twice
Give me the whole damn cake, I don't want no slice
I got these hoes stickin' to me like white on rice
Had a blind bitch say she seen me last night
The Tris man on point like two red dice
Say I can't hit 10, told em bet they life
I break em off, take it all must be my night
Heavy heavy n***a there, left that bitch light
Said I've been gone all day and she done called like twice
Want me to own that pussy, thinkin' I just might
They say why your bitch so bad and that ass so nice?
Cause I sound damn good and my flow too tight
Who lie
Fuck more than one n***as wife
And fucked up more than one n***as life

[Hook: Sir Michael Rocks] [x2]
This a free GED
Gettin' Every Dollar bro
Its a go its a go
Everybody wanna know

Where the cheese, where the ski
Cause you know its gotta snow
Yeah ho
Bad hoes know where the bands go

[Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks]
I woke up from a dream of me and the team
Touchin' cream like a scene from a drug movie
Was playin' clean till I seen you need a machine
I swear to watch the money move is like drugs to me
Poppin' up in that Porsche ho, thick bitch no torso
Just cakey, that pastry, that ooshie gooshie, I can't see my hands
Just me and my mans
In the strip club throwin' money call it battle of the bands
And I'm throwin' up a prayer I'll be happy when it lands
And a relationship with two, not sure exactly where I stand
I'm in love with the mozzie, but attracted to the lamb
Both hands on the wheel while I'm backin' out the jam
You wish you had the drugs we on
A real n***a in the flesh bitch, blood and bones
We goin' in, goin' hard, when we goin' its on
Take it down a notch, lower your tone
When your talkin' bout us...

[Hook x2]