[Intro: Phat Geez]
Naw we ain't with the dumb shit (nah) x5

[Verse 1: Phat Geez]
We them n***as who they come and get
Money coming gotta make it flip
In the kitchen I can do a trick, bitch get on me I ain't with the shit, got a couple n***as doing wheels, please tell me what's a 5 to 10, told my n***as yeah we gotta win, told my n***as yeah we gotta win, in the trenches baggin' ready rock
Rappers softer than some reeboks, in the droptop
Let the heat rock, n***as think it's sweet, got that thing cocked
All the trappers yeah they motivate me
Gettin' money n***a motivation, gettin' money n***a motivation, they ain't liking pics man I know they hatin'
Smokin' extendos and they backwoods, swag go crazy
And I rap good, he ain't bout it he just act hood
Leave his brains on the dashboard, oldheads show me how to eat, now we grubbin' like a feast, that be Maaly he a beast
I be stepping on the beat, sneaks foreign they Givenchy
Cocky youngin' they can't stand me, Moss a n***a like I'm Randy, rappers sweeter than some candy, grind the harder way like Penny, jeans really cost a ticket, rap really what I'm living
We'll give your ass the business

[Chorus: Phat Geez]
Cocky youngin' they can't stand me, counting hunnits til' my hands bleed, dirty money and the whip clean, diamonds dancing diamonds dancing, balling like Durk Nowitzki, cut her off she acting iffy, fuck the bitches want the Benjis, fuck the bitches want the Benjis x2

[Verse 2: Kur]
Back on my bullshit, back when the strip was too hot
And the cops would hop out, we would trap out the store then
Back when my stomach was touchin', and I had to do anything
To get more chips, I'm talkin' bout letters all on the door
Saying we ain't paying the mortgage, sleepin' on floors with my man, sharing fries on some poor shit, all of the shit that i went through endured it, all of the music they put out is bullshit
All of the n***as I be with extortin', I'm taking percocets til I get nauseous, fuck what they talkin' I do me regardless
I know my worth why the fuck would I bargain
No disrespect I'm not taking your offer, taking no losses
Bitches they feel my persona, I got yo bitch on my lineup
She talking broccoli and salmon, I'm talkin' Wendy's, McDonald's
I fuck with n***as from North side, shoutouts to Phat yeah I got him, shoutout to n***as in Frankford, this shit for yall
Man I got you, drink out the bottle got problems
Come to my hood bunch of zombies, Temple road that's where you'll find, Temple road that's where you'll find me
Let's get it
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