[Hook: Shad da God]
Hold up, pull up in a Wraith like Dolph, woo
Chrome stick like golf clubs
All you hoes takin' off, we got everything to purchase, the soft
Party pack takin off, party pack got the bitch goin off
Everybody lock jaw, all my n***as from the street layin' low
They heard the AMG exhaust
Now these hoes wanna put their mouth on the boss
I would never trust the bitch
I refuse to take a motherfuckin' loss
She ain't even see me geeked
I refuse to take them Cartiers off

[Verse 1]
I got that bag on me always
I use to serve in them hallways
Posted with n***as with long K's
Keep my some n***as that gone spray
Went from a deuce to a four a day
Pour a four of act inside a Fanta Grape
Oh girl I can't resist I love the taste
Got me flexin' bankrolls in these bitches face
Got them fuckin in second switchin place
Top shotta, its time to celebrate
Its inside but we gettin hella cake
Money get tall just watch the shit elevate
Broke n***as hell yeah they
I'mma get what these n***as never ever make
In the trap without a trap I'm forever straight
LG doin a hundred on the interstate

[Hook: Shad da God]
Hold up, pull up in a Wraith like Dolph, woo
Chrome stick like golf clubs
All you hoes takin' off, we got everything to purchase, the soft
Part pack takin off, party pack got the bitch goin off
Everybody lock jaw, all my n***as from the street layin' low
They heard the AMG exhaust
Now these hoes wanna put their mouth on the boss
I would never trust the bitch
I refuse to take a motherfuckin' loss
She ain't even see me geeked
I refuse to take them cars exhaust

[Verse 2]
I was trappin out a loft
Tried to cross me, I'm boss

[Hook: Shad da God]
Hold up, pull up in a Wraith like Dolph, woo
Chrome stick like golf clubs
All you hoes takin' off, we got everything to purchase, the soft
Part pack takin off, party pack got the bitch goin off
Everybody lock jaw, all my n***as from the street layin' low
They heard the AMG exhaust
Now these hoes wanna put their mouth on the boss
I would never trust the bitch
I refuse to take a motherfuckin' loss
She ain't even see me geeked
I refuse to take them cars exhaust

[Verse 3]

[Hook: Shad da God]
Hold up, pull up in a Wraith like Dolph, woo
Chrome stick like golf clubs
All you hoes takin' off, we got everything to purchase, the soft
Part pack takin off, party pack got the bitch goin off
Everybody lock jaw, all my n***as from the street layin' low
They heard the AMG exhaust
Now these hoes wanna put their mouth on the boss
I would never trust the bitch
I refuse to take a motherfuckin' loss
She ain't even see me geeked
I refuse to take them cars exhaust