[Intro]
(That boy Jdolla go crazy)
Yeah, ay, uh uh uh uh, yeah, yeah
Uh uh uh, we ain't lyin' (Pluto got it knockin', bitch)
Yeah, you ain't gettin' money lil' n***a
Yeah, you ain't gettin' money lil' n***a
Yeah, you ain't gettin' money and racks, n***a
Yeah, you ain't gettin' money, gettin' racks, n***a
Yeah, uh, racks n***a, yeah
You ain't gettin' racks n***a
You ain't gettin' racks n***a, yeah

[Verse]
Yeah, ay, yeah we gettin' money and cash (Bitch, ha)
He ain't gettin' money, gon' crash out
She wanna fuck 'cause them racks out
N***a don't do no handouts
I flew to the O and took them bands out
Ay, that n***a doin' that lackin', he too xanned out
Yeah, n***a ain't cuffin' no groupies, these hoes be fanned out
Yeah, n***a, I had that stick even at my granny house
Yeah, before we made it out
Bad lil' bih gon' face me down
FN five seven take him down
'K wit' suppressor won't make a sound
Forty in the closet gon' take him down
Yeah, wit' them new draco rounds
I'm [?], n***as wanna play around
Yeah, let that n***a play games, leave him on the ground
Yeah, right in that lost and found
[Outro]
Yeah (Bitch)
(Pluto got it knockin', bitch)