[Intro]
DaCokePitcha

[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm gettin' rich‚ it all started with a lick (Ayy)
Junkie 'round the trap‚ it all started with a brick (Yeah)
N***a 'bouta duck‚ it's a hundred in the stick (Ayy)
Everybody get the fuck down, ayy
Hundred in the stick, and the bitch‚ it got kick (Ayy)
Turn him to a ghost, now it's like he don't exist
Slap him with the pistol, he was screamin' like a bitch (Ayy)
N***a shut yo bitch ass up (Ayy‚ ayy, yeah)

[Verse]
I'm the type of n***a that'll punch you in your shit (That'll punch you in your shit)
I'm the type of n***a that'll run off with your shit (That'll run off with your shit)
I'm the type of n***a, never leave without my trip (Ayy)
I'm the type of n***a that put money on a bitch (Yeah)
Ayy, ayy, how you think I done got rich? (Ayy)
Hop up out the plane and then I pilot that good shit
If you plottin' on Lil Wopster, then you plottin' to get bleed (Ayy)
Got that AK-47, when I shoot it, it don't miss (Pew-pew-pew, ugh)
Damn, dance, rags (Rags)
Sent your bitch the bills and she brought him to the trap (Ayy, trap)
And I'm sippin' on that Wockhardt 'cause ain't no more Act' ('Cause ain't no more Act')
I feel like a zombie when I'm rollin' out these flats
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm gettin' rich, it all started with a lick (Started with a lick)
Junkie 'round the trap, it all started with a brick (It all started with a brick, ayy)
N***a 'bouta duck, it's a hundred in the stick (It's a hundred, ayy)
Everybody get the fuck down, ayy (Ugh)
Hundred in the stick, and the bitch, it got kick (Bitch, it got kick, ayy)
Turn him to a ghost, now it's like he don't exist (Now it's like he don't exist, yeah)
Slap him with the pistol, he was screamin' like a bitch (He was screaming like a bitch, ayy)
N***a shut yo bitch ass up (Ayy, ayy, yeah, pussy)