Intro

[Intro]
What up, though?
Doughboyz Kashout
You listening to Get Money, Stay Humble
Put it in [?]
We in this bitch, Detroit
AK on the beat
Mob shit
Yeah

[Verse]
Focused on money, bitches get ignoreed
Tired of killing these n***as, I'm bored
Five Jesus pieces on, oh lord
In the streets, to each his own, n***a, get your's
Been doing shit n***as tryna do
I prove points n***as tryna prove
Kept it real, these n***as lieing to you
No fake shit, I'm rocking watches in the winter
Humble 'bout it, 'cause I remember the spots in the winter
And the city remember, when we was passing in them whips
And you n***as remember, when we was passing round your bitch
Playing tag with that ho, [?]
Fell down, so I caught the plug and told him mail them now
Touchdown a few times, now I'm the man again, face it
At the Louis store, [?] leave the manaquins naked
I'ma ball for when I couldn't, show it all since they looking
Mama showed me how to cook it, you gotta give that yay a wooping
Free my n***a Roc, he used to lay in n***as' bushes
Get your money straight, and watch these n***as turn crookid
We been folling, your big bro know that
And ain't no fucking with a dope boy, your ho know that
I'm in the Benz with Chaz, having a million dollar convo
The bag came late, still got it off pronto
No leader in my clique, 'cause we all head honchos
Third person flips, nevermind no emano
Bitch