[DJ Paul talking]

[Hook: DJ Paul]
I say why must I, why must I, why must I sweat da track?
Cause I got green, I got pills, syrup, and I keep some crack
And I got cone on my phone on a plane comin' to me
With that bag of that cash, ain't nobody fuckin' with me

[Verse 1: Crunchy Black]
Standin' on the track, tryin' to get the paper
Babe in these shoes hoes catch a vapor
Ten toes down on you motherfucking haters
Bout to pour up me a motherfucking eighter
Roll me a blunt, pullin' me a stunt
Looking for them junkies, tryin' to give 'em what they want
See I got crack and I got pills
And I got powder and I got deals around here

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
Catch me out here on my new track shit
No mo' corners, I'm in these white clubs ya snitch
I be the first to admit I ain't no role model
But I keep that white girl 'n these white girls are like super models
In that bathroom, blowin' lines, blowin' time
Gettin' blowjobs the whole times, blowin' minds
I switched the track up for better, I'm in some better places
Bringin' blow money, said it to these puppy dog faces
[Hook: DJ Paul]
I say why must I, why must I, why must I sweat da track?
Cause I got green, I got pills, syrup, and I keep some crack
And I got cone on my phone on a plane comin' to me
With that bag of that cash, ain't nobody fuckin' with me

[Verse 3: Koopsta Knicca]
I'm a (?) raised, made it out the projects
Thirty one, lost none, never used the bone flex
Everyone I look up to is traitin', that's bullshit
N***as eat steak while I'm locked up in this bitch
(?) I'm thinkin' that they gonna kick the door in
But they never did, I'm all alone like Legend
I put this on God, I don't fucks with 'em no mo'
Housed up on the fourth floor
Koopsta ain't no damn hoe

[Hook: DJ Paul]
I say why must I, why must I, why must I sweat da track?
Cause I got green, I got pills, syrup, and I keep some crack
And I got cone on my phone on a plane comin' to me
With that bag of that cash, ain't nobody fuckin' with me

[Verse 4: Fiend]
I hear you gangsta, but that's not true
On the block got these people being lied to
Clockers sellin' bullshit, he tryin' to devise you lil bih
A hard hoe out here can't be blind to the cold out here
Didn't go, not a clue, why they do nuttin' here
Had the crack, say "oh what do we got here?"
As sure as (?) refused to had on fake shit even close to me
Motherfuck their side, they plan on smokin' me
24 karat rosary, playas in that smoke glow up
We just hopin' that this work, don't slow up
You throw up, roll up, pour up
Mafia 6ix and Fiend - every neighbourhood know us!
[Hook: DJ Paul]
I say why must I, why must I, why must I sweat da track?
Cause I got green, I got pills, syrup, and I keep some crack
And I got cone on my phone on a plane comin' to me
With that bag of that cash, ain't nobody fuckin' with me