[Intro]
(Dawson, this you?)
(Ayy, Dawson, gang, you worldwide)

[Verse 1: RTB Capo]
Miami Beach with a freak
She fell in love with that meat, but take a week
And it cost five hundred, n***a, every time I eat
Man, you work a nine-to-five, why you worried about me?
N***a, huh
I just did an Audi, y'all can do the Chargers
I ain't got no keys, this a push-to-starter
My belly poke out, so you know I'm ballin'
You like to beat on bitches, now your girl callin'

[Verse 2: RTB MB]
Kick five hoes out the boat, get to spinnin' y'all
Told her grab some Henny 'cause I'm tired of the fentanyl
I need a ghetto bitch who punch a ho really hard
All of my n***as up cheese, we be killin' y'all
All of your bitches love me 'cause we really ball
Bitches runnin' 'round the pool, man, I'm tryna get involved
She ain't try to top me, you won't get a call
Got so many clothes in my closet, 'bout to get a mall

[Verse 3: RTB Chi]
I'ma put my baddest hoes together, make 'em get along
I'ma put my baddest hoes together, make 'em share a phone
I'm the type of n***a get it poppin' 'cause I'm never wrong
I'm on the road all month, she spendin' nights alone
I'm on the road all month, I'm bringin' figures in
I really made my first hundred right in Michigan
I really made my first hundred with bad penmanship
I seen a lot of n***as die tryna live like this
[Verse 4: RTB Capo]
N***a, you can die tryna live this life
Or get rich livin' right
We got twenty hoes with us, we at LIV tonight
I might throw five thousand if I'm feelin' nice
Park the foreign on the grass, yeah, we in the trenches
I get money by myself, I don't fuck with n***as
Hit a bitch and disappear, she say I went missing
I took a picture on the yacht if the feds get me

[Verse 5: RTB MB]
I told my bitch to make sense, so she upped fifty
Got a couple pounds out in Houston, I done upped Whitney
Girly say she feel it in her stomach, yeah, I touch kidneys
Damn, I just bust in this bitch, guess you stuck with me
Chrome Heart, Rollie with the chain, they can't fuck with me
I just hit a bitch off a ten, she in love with me
Feel like Brandon Jennings 'cause I always keep a buck with me
All my n***as carry around straps, ain't no touchin' me

[Verse 6: RTB Chi]
If I pick a bitch up fuckin', she under one-fifty
I'ma get to kissin' on your back, don't fall in love with me
She'll get a whole extra points if she roll 'Woods for me
I got a thing of pickin' bitches that ain't good for me
None of my bitches look the same, I got exotic taste
None of these 'Woods hit the same, this exotic dank
He ain't mean to do it, he ain't even have the time to think
That's a cheap hit, I ain't even gotta touch the bank
[Verse 7: RTB Capo, RTB MB & RTB Chi]
These ones a mayor, I make them bitches move
I'm Hollywood, I feel like I'm Cruz
Bitch, you know the rules, no tops in the pool
If you got a top, give me top, then it's cool
Them the rules, you can put 'em in a notebook
I ain't gon' lie, we was trappin' on Holbrook
How the fuck you eat the whole thing, but you don't cook?
We was servin' fiends in the trenches, we was on cook
I ain't cuffin' hoes, lil' baby, I'm sorry
Fuck a Corvette, we gon' pull up in a 'Rari
Had a fiend was blind, he still ask me how the dope look
You ain't never seen a half-a-million-dollar notebook
You ain't never seen a Black n***a in a Rolls-Royce
They all know my name, down the way, they call me old boy
Used to give n***as favors, they don't get no more
RTB took all his bitches, he ain't got no whores
Cullinan full of thot bitches
We just met, how you know I got bitches?
Big blocka case I wanna drop n***as
If I got caught, then I'm mute 'cause I'm not snitchin'