[Intro]
Kam on the track

[Chorus: Earl Swavey]
All my n***as know is to get that dough
Yeah, I gotta keep a pole, know my wrist on froze
All my n***as know is to get that dough
Couple pints, pour a four in the Creme Faygo
White bitch named Snow, she just wanna snort blow
One thing you gotta know, can't make a wife up out a ho
Bitch street prone, catch a date up off a phone
She don't do finger rolls, she a real three-oh-fo'
The bitch gon' go
Asking questions 'bout yo' bitch, the bitch gon' go
Yeah, one thing about yo' bitch, the bitch gon' go
Ayy, acting tough with the homies, the homies gon' go
Got your bitch on the pole

[Verse 1: Earl Swavey]
Shooters gon' go, n***as home on paroles
Send those demons to your home, n***as coming for your soul
[?] gang-bangin' on the low
Lil' bitch [?] you gon' hold
Back on my bag, Versace snakes on my ass
[?] I'm addicted to cash
My foot on the gas, but my foot on they neck
I'ma fuck up a check with yo' bitch [?]
Gucci on my neck, she [?] sex
Probably took you on a date [?]
Purple or the 'Tec, know we keep it on deck
N***as tripping on the set, get hit with the TEC
All I ever known, this is all I ever knew
N***as flexing for the 'Gram, tryna make it look bool
Flame to the tennis shoes, and I gotta keep a tool
And I took that strap everyday right there to school
[Chorus: Earl Swavey]
All my n***as know is to get that dough
Yeah, I gotta keep a pole, know my wrist on froze
All my n***as know is to get that dough
Couple pints, pour a four in the Creme Faygo
White bitch named Snow, she just wanna snort blow
One thing you gotta know, can't make a wife up out a ho
Bitch street prone, catch a date up off a phone
She don't do finger rolls, she a real three-oh-fo'
The bitch gon' go
Asking questions 'bout yo' bitch, the bitch gon' go
Yeah, one thing about yo' bitch, the bitch gon' go
Ayy, acting tough with the homies, the homies gon' go
Got your bitch on the pole, she gon' go

[Verse 2: Yhung T.O]
All of my Glizzies got extra extensions
Play close attention 'cause n***as be snitchin'
I don't want yo' bitch, wouldn't take her to dinner
If I wanted yo' bitch, I would probably send her
My shooters got tempers, boosters and strippers
I don't sip Clifford, neck cold as December
My bitch got a temper, got killers and fibbers
Line yo' ass up like some clippers and strip you
Gang, I'm a member, got sauce like some tenders
My bitch got some ass, it's soft and it's tender
My gun got a lemon, I squeeze it and hit ya
You cuffing that bitch and she fucked with my n***as
[Chorus: Earl Swavey]
All my n***as know is to get that dough
Yeah, I gotta keep a pole, know my wrist on froze
All my n***as know is to get that dough
Couple pints, pour a four in the Creme Faygo
White bitch named Snow, she just wanna snort blow
One thing you gotta know, can't make a wife up out a ho
Bitch street prone, catch a date up off a phone
She don't do finger rolls, she a real three-oh-fo'
The bitch gon' go
Asking questions 'bout yo' bitch, the bitch gon' go
Yeah, one thing about yo' bitch, the bitch gon' go
Ayy, acting tough with the homies, the homies gon' go
Got your bitch on the pole, she gon' go