[Verse 1: Young Flacs]
I'm headed to the money catch me on the E-way
In and out of lanes cause I need my money andale
Young Flac in the cutty, Durrty cooking up
Making moves cause we all about to bubble up
Just another day in the Bario counting up my blessings so I stay with my Rosarios
Man it's on a bitch haters mad cause they wanna get like this
Better ask about it bitch they call me Young Flacs
Finna make a nasty flip when that album drops
Quarterback and Hail Mary feeling Tupacish
Breezy blowing up my line man ya'll better stop it
I break it down in a bitch, James Brown feeling good got my thang on my hip, ughhh!
And you know what it is, I be banging the Thizz steady sipping this biz

[Hook: Durrty D]
Ya'll ain't moving how we moving ain't a game to us
Ya'll ain't never shoot shit you ain't the same as us
If it's funky then we moving ain't a thing to us
We let your lil homie slide should be thanking us
Say they outside but ya'll can't hang with us
Real recognize real, ya'll strange to us
Say they outside but ya'll can't hang with us
Real recognize real, ya'll strange to us

[Verse 2: Young Flacs]
Yeah you know what it is I'm from the east bitch
Going mainey on these tracks tryna get rich
Shout out to the cuttys still we for the [?] movie
Thanks to you half your squad wanted hella booty
Ayeee, you know I fucks with my Migoz
Keep my strap on me away for your people
Cause see I'm headed for the finer things
I'm really grinding cause I do it for my family
Steady sipping smoking big blunts mobbing with the cuttys always running hella [?]
Got the rollers in the cooler
Bitches fucking with the squad cause they choosers
Fuck a fuckboy and a hater
Don't make me call the cutty for the motherfucking scraper
Bending corners like a sideshow catch me up in traffic always mobbing with my bangerbros

[Hook: Durrty D]
Ya'll ain't moving how we moving ain't a game to us
Ya'll ain't never shoot shit you ain't the same as us
If it's funky then we moving ain't a thing to us
We let your lil homie slide should be thanking us
Say they outside but ya'll can't hang with us
Real recognize real, ya'll strange to us
Say they outside but ya'll can't hang with us
Real recognize real, ya'll strange to us

[Verse 3: Young Flacs]
I gotta keep it lit, Ain't no faking shit
If I ain't got my brothers [?] I'm staying with it
People hating I can see the faker on they faces
Wish I was dead or locked down in county facing cases
I strive for better cause I found a [?] way
San Jose up in this bitch what you gotta say?
Never thought I would be rapping, homies say I'm [?]
Ex's all up in my DM I be hella laughing
Trials and tribulations shows you who your brothers are
I made a promise to my brothers we gon' make it large
Money is my motivation ain't no contemplation
Play me or pay me no attention I ain't got no patience
I guess it's time to shine, I been on the grind
Man I've been losing so long man it's bout the time
I gotta go and get it, cause ain't nothing free
I'ma put on for my fam and my fucking team

[Hook: Durrty D]
Ya'll ain't moving how we moving ain't a game to us
Ya'll ain't never shoot shit you ain't the same as us
If it's funky then we moving ain't a thing to us
We let your lil homie slide should be thanking us
Say they outside but ya'll can't hang with us
Real recognize real, ya'll strange to us
Say they outside but ya'll can't hang with us
Real recognize real, ya'll strange to us