[Intro: Future & Real Boston Richey]
Pluto Richey, Richey Pluto, however, you wanna say it (Buh, buh, buh, buh)
Yeah, murder
Two of my chains ten hundred thousand
One of my rings cost a house (Havin' our way with this shit)
Few of my bitches, can't live without 'em (DDot cold as a motherfucker, on God)
Drench gang, slime 'em out

[Verse 1: Real Boston Richey]
Bubba chain a hundred thousand, ran it up in public housing
N***as pussy, Ronda Rousey, fuck with me, don't fuck without me
Hula-hoop-ass n***a got slimed out for tryna go around me
Know I'll get a n***a ass touched right now, ain't gotta be around him
Booted up, I don't take no med, I be on that drank instead
Fuck 'round on that strong back, doin' too much, I damn near broke the bed
I don't gotta have no comeback, I don't argue, fuck him, kill him dead
Fuck it, buy his bitch a wig, fuck his bitch, I love to see it
I'vе been on this shit since I was a kid, all this shit I did
All my ex-hoes still ain't on shit, keep 'еm out my mix
I don't even be tryna connect hoes with this motion shit
Know the police stayin' next door, still gettin' them Bubbas in
Ho, you know I don't play Connect Four, ain't with that playin' shit
Can't afford the risk, we pullin' through all dirty sticks
Cookin' up motion, shoot my shot, I got a Curry wrist
Gotta keep it kosher, can't do too much, these fuck n***as'll snitch
[Chorus: Real Boston Richey & Future]
Servin' Crystal Falls just like The Haves and the Have Nots
All that fuckin' with the opps'll get your ass slimed right out
Pull up in a Benz, she say that she wanna know me now
Fuck it, spin a bend, pop his ass and call it bullseye
Servin' Crystal Falls just like The Haves and the Have Nots
All that fuckin' with the opps'll get your ass slimed right out
Pull up in a Benz, she say that she wanna know me now
Fuck it, spin a bend, pop his ass and call it bullseye (Pluto)

[Verse 2: Future]
Freeband chain, Kris Jenner
All my lil' n***as nothin' but spinners
Audemars my gang member (Yeah)
AP for my main, hold up
One of my outfits least a key, damn near touchin' a half a B
If my n***a wasn't Jigga, I'm the type go after Bey
And I still'll smash on Ci, I got two-fifty on me
Like the quarterback of the Chiefs, I'm in the field without no cleats
Bringin' in seals by the P, pour up drink, but I don't get sleepy
I'm on pills and I'm geeked, but this money got me tweakin'
Turnin' good girls to freaks, she ain't with me, she with the streets
Cost two thousand just to bust a nut on these Hermès sheets
Two of my chains ten hundred thousand
One of my rings cost a house
Few of my bitches, can't live without 'em
Drench gang, slime 'em out
[Verse 3: Real Boston Richey]
Bubba chain a hundred thousand, ran it up in public housing
N***as pussy, Ronda Rousey, fuck with me, don't fuck without me
Hula-hoop-ass n***a got slimed out for tryna go around me
Know I'll get a n***a ass touched right now, ain't gotta be around him
Booted up, I don't take no med, I be on that drank instead
Fuck 'round on that strong back, doin' too much, I damn near broke the bed
I don't gotta have no comeback, I don't argue, fuck him, kill him dead
Fuck it, buy his bitch a wig, fuck his bitch, I love to see it