[Intro: RJ Lamont, Cash Kidd]
Oooh RJ, bitch he already got that one
So? But I sound better saying it
Oooh RJ
Money ain't shit, catch a case, next day, bond out
Pillow talking to these hoes, let me find out
Lost bro and went crazy, sister like "calm down, n***a"
Fuck what n***a's talkin' bout, why you cuffin' all my freak bitches?
Can't believe n***a's, just like these freak bitches, I don't believe n***a's
Got the heat on the seat with us, so today, I'ma do the speed limit

[Verse 1: Cash Kidd]
N***a, yeah, cause this whip got pills, credit cards, and fake ID's in it
And this strap got a thirty magazine in it
How ironic, cause I read n***as, I can see n***a's
Ain't bout that shit like thеy say they is
Still eatin' with my n***a's, since a Bеbe Kid
Just made a play, and everybody that FaceTime me, I might up a role on em
Motivation, no stunting, bitch said "let me hold something" let her hold nothing
In the club, pole on us, short temper, long money, is y'all n***a's on something? Let me know cause bro clutchin'
Call me Fred Flintstone, cause I'm road-running, n***a
Yeah, aye, free Tone, fuck feds
Nicky Nicky round this bitch wait til' you end end up dead
Got a potato on this bitch like Spud Headz, and this bitch come with a ladder like bunk a bed
Aye, all this running through him, call that shit Casper
Heard you eat the pussy, I fuck her then dip after
Any beat, like whatever, like this Fear Factor
Yeah, all these bitches ride me like I'm McFashion
N***a, bad bitches, I then have several
On the road to riches, Gucci's on the gas pedal
And til' my whole team rich, I can't settle
Got that thunder on my side, like I'm Ash Ketchum, n***a
A lot of something from a lil' nothing
Slide down a opp block, bout to drill something
Fell asleep, woke up, this bitch was still suckin'
Dap my n***a up, and that's when shit got real funny
N***a, that's when shit get real bloody
My bitch found a real dummy, she gone steal for me
Aye, just be patient, bro them M's coming
[Verse 2: Cash Kidd]
I got five bands on me right now as I'm speaking
If I put it on your head, watch yo man's, cause he need it
Get a opp address, and chop it up, like I'm eating
Stay strapped, two sticks on me like I'm skiing

Bro watch that car, who is that, I never seen it, if it ride down this block one more time, we gone cheese it
Bitch gave me her heart, and I broke it, I didn't mean it, I'm so sorry, my heart cold, these streets turned me to a Demon
Got my phone on airplane mode, sorry I ain't taking calls
Grinding, no days taken off, how ironic, now I'm taking off, huh
How ironic, told my Pops he made a boss

Don't call me if I can't call you, when I take a loss
She on me cause I'm in the spotlight, like I'm off
Riding hot with that bag on me, bitch I'm Santa Claus
I wish this n***a Jimmy stop passing me blunts, I'm already fried

She wanna fuck, but ain't suckin' no dick, then nevermind
And if you steal from me wiper, I can't let you slide
And shit'ill stack and make your bitch feel like my stock like my valentine
I been through this everytime, bro said you ain't never lie

You need to calm down, all these bad hoes fucking for a shout-out
And when I say "I ain't punching cards" I ain't clock out
I'm in this [?] gettin' wiped out
This bitch without strap, let me find out. Ladder on that pole, knock your lights out
Aye, get your friend, bitch I'm giving tryouts, and you know I'm on that paper like some White-Out
Aye I got a bankroll on me, my bitch got one too, I'm the reason yo bitch crib ain't got no junk food
Yeah, kicking game like Kung Fu, and then I made her take a hike, huh, bitch HUT TWO
Yeah, I just gave a groupie bitch a stiff arm, making plays through the city like I'm Big Warren
Hit yo man's hoe, now it's yo bitch turn, heart cold as a bitch but my hip warm
Me and bro playing roles, when will this bitch learn
Just gave another groupie bitch a stiff arm, aye
I just gave another bitch a stiff arm, aye