[Intro: Skilla Baby]
(I hear you, JAY C)
(MIA JAY C)
Huh
Huh

[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
Please don't talk shit to me, you ain't rich enough (Please)
Every time the money call me, I'm picking up
When my little demon up that pole on you, give it up (Huh)
When I see a opp, I'm 2Pac, I'm tryna hit him up (Yeah)
Please don't talk shit to me, you ain't rich enough (Please)
Every time the money call me, I'm picking up
When my little demon up that pole on you, give it up (Huh)
When I see a opp, I'm 2Pac, I'm tryna hit him up (Huh, baow)

[Verse 1: Skilla Baby]
I'm a million dollar n***a, I can't argue with you
My young n***as in them strikers, they'll park a n***a (Huh)
My little savage 21, he tryna slaughter n***a
Every time I'm in the city, I'm with all the killers
All these n***a finished, tryna start with Skilla
Never needed n***as, been rich for a minute
I just need my pistol, shoot this bitch like Lillard (Huh)
These n***a be like bitches these bitches so bitter (Huh)
You won't catch me 'round him if he be in his feelings
I'm with the camp, Leek and Damp, we TM them n***as (Huh)
Real street n***a, we be in them trenches (Huh)
We don't argue on the 'net, we DM them n***a
[Chorus: Skilla Baby & Peezy]
Please don't talk shit to me, you ain't rich enough (Please)
Every time the money call me, I'm picking up
When my little demon up that pole on you, give it up (Huh)
When I see a opp, I'm 2Pac, I'm tryna hit him up (Yeah)
Please don't talk shit to me, you ain't rich enough (Please)
Every time the money call me, I'm picking up
When my little demon up that pole on you, give it up (Huh)
When I see a opp, I'm 2Pac, I'm tryna hit him up (It's Ghetto, baow)

[Verse 2: Peezy]
I ain't got no opps, but if I did, I'll get him touched
2Pac a n***a, hail Mary, we gon' hit him up
My youngins got ambitions as a rider
Better keep yo' head up, I'll get a n***a booked in L.A., call that California love
You know these hoes scandalous, don't get caught lacking in no club
It's checkout time, they get up on you since shorty wanna be a thug
Nah, you ain't troublesome, for real, I asked around, you ain't on nun
They sendin' shit to thug's mansion when they hop out with that button
So many tears in my ho face, I left and I wouldn't touch you
Bitch, you know I get around, got bad shit all out the country
It ain't easy being me, but I stay down and stay one hundred
Trading war stories with my n***as, if I call, they coming, boy

[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
Please don't talk shit to me, you ain't rich enough (Please)
Every time the money call me, I'm picking up
When my little demon up that pole on you, give it up (Huh)
When I see a opp, I'm 2Pac, I'm tryna hit him up (Yeah)
Please don't talk shit to me, you ain't rich enough (Please)
Every time the money call me, I'm picking up
When my little demon up that pole on you, give it up (Huh)
When I see a opp, I'm 2Pac, I'm tryna hit him up (Baow)