[Intro]
Trayvon, just go to the office
What did I do?
Just go the the office
What did I do?
Go, just go
What did I—?

[Chorus: Vone Santana]
Yuh, I'm on the X all day, pourin' up fours
Then I be sippin' that wokky
I get the money all day, countin' up racks
Now that bi'h wanna top me
Pull up with whole lotta sticks, I got 'em on me
Man, I feel like I'm light-skin
I been workin' all day, don't get no sleep
Man, I think I'm exhausted
I'm on the X all day, pourin' up fours
Then I be sippin' that wokky
I get the money all day, countin' up racks
Now that bi'h wanna top me
Pull up with a whole lotta sticks, I got 'em on me
Man, I feel like I'm light-skin
I been workin' all day, don't get no sleep
Man, I think I'm exhausted
[Verse 1: Vlone Santana & Blue Hunnids]
Pull up in new space-coupe
I popped a bean, yeah, I'm goin' retarded
We don't smoke no mint, we don't do that
Yeah, we only do exotic
Black Mary Jane's, I see it once, yeah, you know I'm 'a cop it
Why this beat too stuck? Can't feel these racks
Put that shit in my pocket
Get my coat from Sarah's you can't relate
You get your shit from Target
I been so iced-out, diamonds be wet, yeah, be just like a faucet
I can't do no job, I am a boss, yeah, I got my own office
I feel like I'm Ash, chasin' these bands
Yeah, you know I gotta catch 'em
He was talkin' shit, so we pulled up, and out the Smith & Wesson
I got too many problems, but they be solved
No, I can't do no stressin'
Gettin' all this cheese, yeah, I be blessed
Yeah, I be catchin' them blessin's
I be so unfazed, I do not care, so, who is you testin'?
We pull up on that boy, locate his ass
I'm 'bout to teach him a lesson (Fuck, fuck, fuck)

[Verse 2: Blue Hunnids]
Yeah, yeah (Shee'), uh, bitch, tryna fuck your ho (What?)
I got a blicky, it came with a stove (Yeah)
Yeah, but she keep hittin' on my phone
Yeah, but she bad, bad to the bone (Whoa, whoa)
I said, "Okay, okay" (Wow) We wanna fade away (Whoa, whoa)
Tote the chopper, gon' spray-bay-bay (Whoa, whoa)
And the chopper gon' spray today
I'm fuckin' your bitch, made her pay today (Yah)
She wanna talk, then I fade away (Yah)
I'm in the coupe, girl, I've made away (Yah)
Don't give a fuck what you say today (Yeah)
Chopper gon' da-da-da-dat (Yeah)
That li'l' motherfucker gettin' rashed
She like, "That, that n***a bad" (Ah)
She like, "That man be bad"
Take when I'm walkin', n***a, get back (Get back)
I'm gon' ratta-tat-tat-tat (Come on, come on, yeah)
I'm gon' ratta-tat-tat-tat
[Chorus: Vlone Santana]
I'm on the X all day, pourin' up fours
Then I be sippin' that wokky
I get the money all day, countin' up racks
Now that bi'h wanna top me
Pull up with whole lotta sticks, I got 'em on me
Man, I feel like I'm light-skin
I been workin' all day, don't get no sleep
Man, I think I'm exhausted
I'm on the X all day, pourin' up fours
Then I be sippin' that wokky
I get the money all day, countin' up racks
Now that bi'h wanna top me
Pull up with a whole lotta sticks, I got 'em on me
Man, I feel like I'm light-skin
I been workin' all day, don't get no sleep
Man, I think I'm exhausted

[Outro]
I'm on the X all day
I'm on— I'm on the X all day