[Intro: Peezy]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Ayy, Teck, what the fuck I told you was gon' do when we link up, n***a?
You n***as thought I was playin'
Shh

[Verse 1: Peezy & YG Teck]
Summertime, we ball, wintertime, we grind
Eight of Wocky in my soda, you just sippin' a line
I hit an Instagram model, bitch was thinkin' she fine
Then I kicked the ho out, she only seen me one time
Shh, she's still bangin' my line
But I'm out here chasin' money, baby, I ain't got time
Hellcats and S-Classes only way that we ride
Bitch, I'm married to the mob, a n***a play, then he die
Tuh, and I'm still in this shit
Wanna hang around me, boy, you gotta have a membership
Hundred million comin', I can feel it with my fingеrtips
Dropped the top down on the Rolls, I'm in hеre finger lickin'
In Miami I'm stuntin', in Virginia I'm hustlin'
Couple hundred thousand dollars, man, that shit ain't 'bout nothin'
Get your clique wiped down with one press of a button
Stack me up a couple M's (Sheesh), go invest it in somethin'

[Verse 2: YG Teck]
Huh, get your money up
I'm a six-figure n***a, that's a hundred-plus
Goin' in a mink truck a n***a dump at us
Drop C8 on 83, but he cuttin' up
Block on me every day, I'm gettin' heavy pape'
Sprinter outside, they think I got fit in every state
Yeah, get your ho back
Bought a nugget in the club just to blow that
Just bought a scale yesterday, today I broke that
Waitin' for me fall off, n***a just hope that
Huh, a n***a steady gettin' it
Buy a bitch some new titties, I don't like how they sittin'
Got a bricky in the blender, n***a steady shiftin'
Knockin' jit behind this bitch and you know I'm hittin' it
That's a half a dough
Got ten in each pocket, let the baggage show
[Verse 3: Peezy]
Bought my bitch a new Chanel bag and now she ain't mad no more
Told her n***a show me somethin', he ain't have no more
Put your mans in a wheelchair, he can't ride no more
I'ma get this fuckin' money 'til I can't grind no more
Bitch, I got a dark past, but I'm shinin', though
You ain't got a Rollie on your wrist? What type of time you on?
I got Percs, X, Molly, weed, what kind of high you want?
Dare a n***a run off with that cheese and we gon' tie him up

[Verse 4: YG Teck]
N***a, my phone woke me up, I ain't tired no more
Shoot a n***a in his tongue, he won't lie no more
Put so much cut up on this dope, he won't buy no more
I fuck around, buy everything inside the store (Easy)
I be just grabbin' shit, I ain't tryin' it on
Louis and Balenci runners, I'm fly as a whore
Stash spot up in the whip right inside the floor
N***a, your diamonds ain't hittin', what kind of diamonds is yours?