[Intro]
(Smoov, what's good, baby?)

[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
She just wanna pay me 'cause she like me like me
You the type of n***a wearin' all them Hypebeast Nikes
You a backseat bandit, you not the wifey type-y
Neck like a cooler, bitch, I'm icy icy
She just wanna pay me 'cause she like me like me
You the type of n***a wearin' all them Hypebeast Nikes
You a backseat bandit, you not the wifey type-y
Neck likе a cooler, bitch, I'm icy icy

[Verse 1: Ralfy the Plug]
Bitch, my diamonds breakdancin', yours kinda shinin'
I'm the truth but to thе porkies only time I'm lyin'
Bitch, I really get money, if I'm lyin', I'm dyin'
Opps ain't outside, them n***as dyin' and cryin'
I'm not a bad guy, I'm just a product of my environment
All black Givenchy sweatsuit how I'm vibin' today
I would say I'm a full time rapper, but crime pays
Fuckin' with the Plug, I'm a narcissist, my way or the highway
Bitch, don't ask me 'bout fuckin' other bitches, I'ma lie anyway
Your bitch gon' pick the Plug over you 'cause I'ma vibe any day
You know the Plug on house party, I don't kid or play
Make the bag do magic tricks, I get money in plenty ways
EDD and all the loans in your life was just a phase
Bitch, you ain't walkin' a red carpet, that was just the blade
304s get some followers on the 'Gram and forget they place
I'm tryna get a gatrillion dollars, you tryna get famous, the Plug
[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
She just wanna pay me 'cause she like me like me
You the type of n***a wearin' all them Hypebeast Nikes
You a backseat bandit, you not the wifey type-y
Neck like a cooler, bitch, I'm icy icy
She just wanna pay me 'cause she like me like me
You the type of n***a wearin' all them Hypebeast Nikes
You a backseat bandit, you not the wifey type-y
Neck like a cooler, bitch, I'm icy icy

[Verse 2: Drakeo the Ruler]
He's a Hypebeast, so I hit him with this dead stock
Flintstones, I made his bed rock, I'm that dude
Monkey nuts on the chop, I'm a baboon
He tried to say, "What up champ?", then I slapped him
We don't use that type of lingo in my section
When I'm carryin' this fent', I feel protected
If your cousin is an opp, he gettin' stretched out
Like it's Monday Night Raw, you'll get smacked down
Do you smell what I'm cookin'?
It doesn't matter what jabroni stink
When I got this chop, I feel like Holyfield
Better tuck your pieces, Mr. Mosley comin'
'Cause what I bring is fear and a whole lot of hundreds, eat that
N***a
This chopper make his body drop
Just turned a n***a to a beatboxer
Drop all that beef up on the grill, bitch, I eat problems
[Outro: Ralfy the Plug & Drakeo the Ruler]
That's how it'd be if I was a singer or somethin'
Ha
Yeah, you already know the truth, you know what's goin' on
It's a cold day in hell
Huh?
Oh, okay
My bad, it's pastor Ralfy