[Intro: MoneyMade Dre]
Yeah
Big MoneyMade shit
If you ain't gang, then you can't hang, n***a
No hat
It's good, Fxce?
Ayy

[Verse 1: MoneyMade Dre]
They told me hit my n***a Fxce, it's time for a feature
Lansing mixed with Flint, this the shit that's fuckin' up the streets
I know a lot of n***as who play rich, but beg me for keys
I got a shooter who don't miss, his shot 2K green
Like naw, for real, my lil' n***a, he won't miss his shot
My mama told me get a job, so now I work the block
Told her I'm gon' blow up with this rap so I can't punch the clock
In a striker with my lil' cuz, we tryin' to dodge the cops
A lot of n***as steady hatin' on me, but they not my opps
Dwayne Johnson, I could show you how to turn soft to a rock
With your wrist, you add a lil' twist, but the feds gon' plot
If the bitch say she don't suck dick, then she gettin' blocked
In other words, if she don't get it, that mean she is finished
Had to change my bitch, 'cause with the sex, she was boring with it
You ain't gotta tell me how to hustle, I was born with it
All my bitches bad with a fat ass or either foreign with it
These n***as wanna be like us 'cause they can see we winning
If you play with X, get X'd out and end up missing
ARP tucked in my Purple jeans, it'll leave you finished
Never popped a Perc', but put in work like a super gremlin (No hat)
Had to tie my shoes, 'cause 'bout a bitch, I cannot be trippin'
Twenty racks in cash in all blues'll leave your bitch strippin'
Used to be a ham, you can ask Ham, 'til I got some chicken
Everything htese n***as say be cap, they like full of fiction
Lot of shit these n***as tryna flex, I done already did it
In the deep end, I'm totin' fin with the biggest fishes
In this life, you gotta pray at night, criminal or witness
No karate, bitch, I'm 'bout a bag and ain't no time to kick it
[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]
I gotta thank God for Pro Tools, it got me out the trenches
Then go slide it on my lawyer, he got me out the system
Then go pull up on my brother, he got me out a pistol
Then go slide on a n***a from yesterday, 'cause I forgot to kill him
Bust some dog down, break it up, it's gon' look like some kennel
Blow a n***a with his own gun, it's gon' look accidental
I can shoot a n***a from down the street and actually hit him
Watch him 'til he die to see if somebody comin' back to get him
Yeah, but they ain't coming back
Put number forty on his chest like a running back
She put that shit up in her ass, that's why her stomach flat
Fuck a n***a bitch and be like, "Damn, how you fumbled her?"
Hellcat truck, man, this bitch cost a hundred racks
My scam n***as keep shippin' clothes, they need a punching bag
How you up and all your n***as broke? You need to fund they ass
Just showed a lil' n***a all the ropes, I just sonned his ass
(Shit, alright, look)
I bought a 23 and a 19 so my guns can match
Her face cute, I'm finna buy some ass so her buns can match
I heard your auntie son be gettin' strikers in, where your cousin at?

[Outro: Babyfxce E]
Yeah, it's with an X, n***a
Fxce