[Intro: Babyface Ray]
Yeah
(Fonk Or Die)
Mm, yeah, that's hard
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Fuck you mean?
Go

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
Let me show you how it really is (Yeah)
Tricks is for rabbits, you silly kids (Tricks is for rabbits)
They shootin' at houses and killin' kids (Lame)
I cum in her mouth, say she on her period (Bitch)
These n***as rappin' a hundred drills
I'ma just rap 'til a hundred mil' (Beep)
I'ma just lap on these n***as, they lazy, they movin' slow
Casino inspired me, young n***a move the dope (Young n***a move the dope)
Two-seat with two hoes, I'm two and oh (Yeah)
You can get cooked with 'em, who you know?
The Navy been trainin', we used to smoke (Yeah)
Conquer the world, I'm like Dr. Evil (Dr. Evil)
Go through the red light like this shit legal (This shit legal)
Kush in the air, I'm like Beanie Sigel (Beanie Sigel)
I was taught never bite the hand that feeds you (Uh-uh)
Bitch can't get shit, I'm in hustle mode (Yeah)
Fuck all that shit, man, I'm stuck in mode
Massages the Benzes, on comfort mood (For real)
Sprint to a check, Louis runners on (Sprint to a check)
Bitch can't get shit, I'm in hustle mode (Nothin')
Fuck all that shit, man, I'm stuck in mode (Fuck all that shit)
Massages the Benzes, on comfort mood (Massages the Benz)
Sprint to a check, Louis runners on
[Verse 2: G.T.]
Ayy, straight to the Land, lock in with Ri (Ri)
I go straight to the mountains, I pick out my weed (Yeah)
A house full of 'bows like it's Christmas Eve
Keep every watch plain, but the neck on freeze (Yeah)
Four-door Porsche with the wide-body seat
Cuttin' up traffic, me, Ray, Lil B (Yeah)
Was in the nosebleeds, now we got floor seats (For real)
St. Mike on my back and I land on my feet
Quit with the cappin' in all of that rappin'
We already know that you can't pay the fee
Ride in the Benz, get massaged by the seat
If you get in that field, better tie up your cleats
Motor so clean, you can sit there and eat on it
How you claim a street and you don't even be on it?
Bitches be broke and they freeloadin'
Bitch, I'm a boss, I'm a homeowner
John Mayer, boy, that's a gold Daytona
N***as was sleep, now they watchin' the takeover
She fuckin' with me, now the ho got a makeover
Trippin' for real, pourin' lean in a Coca-Cola (For real, ayy)
Wait, Benz all white, look just like baking soda (Real white)
I'm screwed up right now, feelin' like Flip, lil' n***a, the game over

[Verse 3: Philthy Rich]
Google my net worth, say six M's
I send six bitches and send six blimps
Rolls-Royce Cullinan, twenty-six rims
F&N Five-seveN knock off six limbs
Bad-ass bitch in the Maybach Benz
Knocked her in 2010, been locked in since then
Twenty-pointer Hearts with the Cartier lens
My bitch really havin' motion, her and all of her friends
41 bust, rose gold in the band
I took a n***a bitch, I ain't never took the stand
All hustle, no luck, I ain't never did a scam
Might hold a bitch purse 'fore I hold a bitch hand
Two-fifty on a Urus with a chop, eatin' lamb
Put a hundred on his top, get him dropped with his man
Sneak dissin' on the 'net, but he really a fan
Free all my n***as locked up in the can
[Verse 4: Cash Kidd]
Ayy, cruisin' in Vegas, it's a hundred and ten
Come get your bitch 'fore I fuck her again
Cops get behind me, I stomp on the Benz
Fist full of bands like a cut on my hand
I'm with all rich n***as, bring a couple of friends
It's goin' down quick like I'm stuck in the sand
Hitman with me, ho, fuck on my twin
Treat her like a pizza, watch her come out the pants, huh, ayy, huh
N***a, I'ma ho you 'cause they pay me to talk and I'm bored
She got diabetes, I'm assaultin' your whore
Carpet bombs like Aladdin, make her talk to the floor
Call the bitch Zelda, she fought my sword
N***a wifed my eater, ballhog, he a dork
Broke-ass boy, what you callin' me for?
That n***a scared to get dough like it's a dog on the porch
Huh, ayy, n***a
You think 'bout playin' me, what you pausin' it for?
I can't wait to give my dog a reward
Got switches in the club, I'm Happy Gilmore
I'm cheatin' life like I been here before
N***a ask, "Where the hoes?" Got his bitch on the floor
N***as want fonk 'cause I'm dripped in Dior
Hundred K on me, tryna steal from the store

[Verse 5: Doe Boy]
Sprint to a check with these runners on (Yoom)
Bitch, I got rich, put my brothers on (Gang)
'Fore I get dressed, put the cutter on (Graow, baow)
You better not enter the murder zone (Graow, baow)
Step on a n***a, I up it and blow
N***a, you know how I roll, uh (Fool)
Beezy ain't duckin' no smoke (Nosirski)
Only thing Beezy gon' duck is a ho (Oh, really?)
Fuck out my phone, leave me alone
Step out the shower, Bottega my robe (Steppin' out)
We get the drop, then we savin' the lo' (Go)
Soon as we pull up, we takin' his soul (Graow, baow, baow)
I had to X with that burner, uh
Beezy ain't scared of no murder
Fuck n***a say he want beef, uh
Hang with them sliders, no burger
[Outro: Doe Boy]
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