[Hook: TaySav]
Bitch, we stack that money to the motherfucking ceiling
Wake up, grab my pole, ain't no stop that motherfucking killing
Cause we with all that
Yeah, my n***as all that
And we bringing all racks
What's the dress code? All black
I say, bitch, you know we trappin' through the motherfucking Pole
If it's four less than O, don't call my motherfucking phone!
What we selling? All crack
What we throwing? All racks
What I'm speaking? All facts
What you working? All packs

[Verse 1: TaySav]

Bitch, you broke, why you out here flexing? You know you ain't checking
Bitch, I'm first, and I need them seconds, and I need some extras
Call my phone if it's 'bout some work, I get it gone in seconds
Call my phone if it's 'bout some work, I send him to that reverend
I ain't playing, what the fuck you saying? Bitch, I been the man
I'm with that clan
Bitch, we selling grams, I just made fifty bands
You ain't my friend, try to shake my hand, I leave you where you stand
Who is fam? Nah, that ain't my mans, now rob him out his pants!
But we ain't hurting
Bitch, we selling work
Buy yo bitch a purse!
Try to sell packs on my block, you get yo goofy ass dispersed
And if you [?], I'll lay yo bitch ass in a hearse
Way this .40 made him twitch, you think that n***a had a curse
Boy, this shit lethal
When them killers see you, yeah, they leave you see through
Ridin' round the pole in foreign's, used to ride around in Regal's
Bitch, now me and gang be touring, we still ride around with Eagles
If you need some work and I'm not 'round, I'll plug you with my peoples