[Intro: YOUNG JR]
(Ant Chamberlain, that's a hundred points)
(Funk Or Die)
MMFE, Money Motivated Family ENT, they know how I do it, look

[Chorus: YOUNG JR]
I just spent some racks on these, you can go look at my feet, look
Bitch, I'm a G, look, hundred thousand in a week, look
Bust down to the teeth, hop up in the coupe and roll up the leaf, look
Bitch, I'm the truth, bitch, I got the juice, bitch, I got the leaks, look
Dog say he that boy, but he ain't tapped in, look
Put my young dog on, I get mine off the backend
Jewels up on my neck, look, I just got a check
Through your section with them Wessons when we step, ayy

[Verse 1: DaBoii]
I can't walk inside your club 'less my strap in
Yeah, bitch tried to play me, I hit her with the backhand
Put a price up on his head, boy, I get it cashed in
N***a, bah-bah-bah, yeah, that's what the strap said
Yeah, that's what the strap said, I'll let the strap speak
Them boys be rappin' like they active, they ain't never had beef
Stop tellin' bitches you my bitch, bitch, you ain't never had me
Bitch got a stupid attitude, bitch, you ain't even that clean
You could look me in my eyes, tell I been to hell and back
Bro pulled a skit in SRT, that n***a had to sell the 'Cat
Cuz sold my uncle a fake Perky, why the fuck you sell him that?
And all them bitches that done curved me, most them bitches sellin' ass
I heard that boy on paperwork and you still with his tellin' ass
Them n***as claim they want the smoke, them n***as ain't even inhalin' that
I told lil' bro don't hit no legs, hit that boy where his melon at
Bitch, fuck the opps, we suckerK and you can run and tell 'em that, on the gang, n***a
[Chorus: YOUNG JR]
I just spent some racks on these, you can go look at my feet, look
Bitch, I'm a G, look, hundred thousand in a week, look
Bust down to the teeth, hop up in the coupe and roll up the leaf, look
Bitch, I'm the truth, bitch, I got the juice, bitch, I got the leaks, look
Dog say he that boy, but he ain't tapped in, look
Put my young dog on, I get mine off the backend
Jewels up on my neck, look, I just got a check
Through your section with them Wessons when we step, ayy

[Verse 2: YOUNG JR]
They know what we rep, I know they heard 'bout that shit
Bitch, I'm set, ride private jets, look like a bird 'round this bitch
If it's up there, then it's stuck there, I ain't worried 'bout that shit
Shots fired, B's pop out, look like nerds 'round this bitch
Lord, pray for me, we just a product of our environment
Wish my dog Delly was here so we could get high again
Them fuck n***as tried kill me before I ball for real
I just hope I make it out
I keep my back against the wall, ten toes on my feet, look
I watch for the sneakers, yeah, I keep it with me, they know I got heat, look (I do)
They know I'm a dog, they know what I do, they know where I be, look (It's Junior)
They know what I rep, baby, all them G's double-M-F-E, look

[Chorus: YOUNG JR]
I just spent some racks on these, you can go look at my feet, look
Bitch, I'm a G, look, hundred thousand in a week, look
Bust down to the teeth, hop up in the coupe and roll up the leaf, look
Bitch, I'm the truth, bitch, I got the juice, bitch, I got the leaks, look
Dog say he that boy, but he ain't tapped in, look
Put my young dog on, I get mine off the backend
Jewels up on my neck, look, I just got a check
Through your section with them Wessons when we step, ayy
[Verse 3: Lil Bean]
I been runnin' racks since back then, I do this shit with a passion
'Member I used to play the field, I'll bounce out and get nasty
Better have that fire on you, know that shit can get tragic
All my young n***as reckless, they 33, they savage
I don't believe when he rappin', I just press skip like Shannon
N***a, how you think that bag came? I went out and I grabbed it
These Rick Owens, not CDG, I had to up my fashion
Yeah, I know these diamonds, they look good, but don't reach, I keep ratchet
Lord, pray for me
Been battlin' depression, that shit disable me
Lately, I been shinin', I know they hate to see
Had to tell me you love me a little late for me, yeah

[Chorus: YOUNG JR]
I just spent some racks on these, you can go look at my feet, look
Bitch, I'm a G, look, hundred thousand in a week, look
Bust down to the teeth, hop up in the coupe and roll up the leaf, look
Bitch, I'm the truth, bitch, I got the juice, bitch, I got the leaks, look
Dog say he that boy, but he ain't tapped in, look
Put my young dog on, I get mine off the backend
Jewels up on my neck, look, I just got a check
Through your section with them Wessons when we step, ayy

[Verse 4: EBK Young Joc]
Through your section, we gon' step
She run it in, I'm pullin' up just to collect
Bustdown, we don't do SIs, look at my neck
I slap twenty on my wrist and I threw sixty on my neck
I'm in my bag, just tryna ball like we the Nets
Oh, you a shooter? Shit, we gon' see who shoot the best
We'll walk up, drop a hundred, ah, and make a mess
I'm a lean junkie, all I drop is Wocky or that Tech
And it's some shit I stood on I'm takin' to the grave
I'm on the block, hoodie on, standin' in the rain
My n***as call me from them cells, checkin' on the gang
One, two, three, fuck, I got on hella chains
[Chorus: YOUNG JR]
I just spent some racks on these, you can go look at my feet, look
Bitch, I'm a G, look, hundred thousand in a week, look
Bust down to the teeth, hop up in the coupe and roll up the leaf, look
Bitch, I'm the truth, bitch, I got the juice, bitch, I got the leaks, look
Dog say he that boy, but he ain't tapped in, look
Put my young dog on, I get mine off the backend
Jewels up on my neck, look, I just got a check
Through your section with them Wessons when we step, ayy