[Intro: YTB Fatt]
I'm tellin' you, bruh, It's like, this just how it's gon' be like (DJ Bandz, aw, man)
You gon' really see who your real friends are when the smoke just heavy, bruh, you just—
Tell a motherfucker to come through every night
You just gon' hit the floor, hit back or just get out the way (How much?)
Huh, huh, how much? (How much, n***a? Somethin' you just say, you know, somethin' you just— you know)
How much? (Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh)
Tell me how much, n***a? (Some n***as had stopped comin' around, I'm tellin' you I don't like it)
How much, n***a? (I'm gettin' blitzed)
N***a, how much? (Uh)

[Verse 1: YTB Fatt]
I got— huh, huh, I gotta blitz, n***a
I'm tellin' the folks you ain't came through did, you ain't even hit shit, n***a
"What kind of music you recordin', what kinda music you makin'?"
N***a, I make that kind of music where you hop out and hit 'em, n***a
Say that's how he promote, makin' that smackin' shit music got me a million, n***a
I know a couple n***as so high, they don't even know who out to get them (My smackers)
I know a couple n***as so loyal, they still gon' ride with 'em (Foxes)
I know one lady house that be gettin blitzed but she still live in it (My grandma)
Back the U-Haul in, the loads here, let's get busy
I just went half on a Casamigos and wings, the hoes here (Let's make a toast)
Call the driver, get some more bottles, let's throw a party, n***a
I'm rich for real, I got mo' dollars than my followers, n***a (How much?)

[Chorus: YTB Fatt]
I know it was off the GP, bruh, but I still gotta gon' give (How much?)
I gotta give you somethin', bruh, I gotta, I gotta handle this (N***a, how much?)
I gotta put somethin' in your pocket, my n***as ass sweep (How much, n***a? Say it, how much, n***a?)
Y'all n***as hit shit, blitz, don't test me, go the other way (N***a, how much you gon' charge me? Don't tax me, n***a)
[Verse 2: YTB Fatt]
Ain't too many n***as you can name that's hotter, n***a
I just sent a blitz and wanna hear 'em, frrt, aw
I just flew a couple smackers in, all it took was to show 'em a picture
All I did was show 'em your schedule and whereabouts and show 'em how to hit you
Let's get this shit done, I got a man gon' show y'all the city
Got a man gon' show y'all how to maneuver and high-speed them bitches
N***a, don't call my phone for guns or bond money, I'm just payin' the ticket
N***a, don't call my phone if you in the fuckin' jailhouse, period (How much?)

[Chorus: YTB Fatt]
I know it was off the GP, bruh, but I still gotta gon' give (How much?)
I gotta give you somethin', bruh, I gotta, I gotta handle this (N***a, how much?)
I gotta put somethin' in your pocket, my n***as ass sweep (How much, n***a? Say it, how much, n***a?)
Y'all n***as hit shit, blitz, don't test me, go the other way (N***a, how much you gon' charge me? Don't tax me, n***a)