[Intro]
(Zay, what up, n***a?)

[Verse 1: FMB DZ]
I love a bad bitch that I can make some money with
All we do is run plays any time we politic
I don't think you n***as know the meaning of a bottom bitch
Every time I put a play in motion, she gon' follow it
If I tell a bitch to jump, she gon' ask me how high?
Hoes pointin' at the dunk every time I ride by
Every time my ex-bitch see me out, she wanna cry
No lie, I just spent a ten-ball on gettin' fly
I can put my young n***as on your ass and get you stripped
I just sent a big bag down the way, it's gettin' flipped
Told Skip by the time he bleed twice, he gon' be rich
Got it out the mud, n***a, ain't nobody gave us shit
I'ma turn it up a little, let me crank it up a notch
Fifty on me in the Diamond District, tryna buy a watch
Told my bitch I'm too paranoid, we ain't dinin' out
Whooped a n***a with my jewelry on and knocked some diamonds out

[Chorus: FMB DZ]
They say they want the old Whoop, this the new me
Hit the club and make a movie, this bitch goin' on Tubi
Got the Demon sittin' outside, that bitch came with two seats
Got five grams stuffed in the LooseLeaf
Yeah, why you woofin' on the 'Gram? N***a, you's the police
Bitches thinkin' that I scam, I just sold a four-piece
You get caught up in a jam, n***a, you don't know me
By myself with this 40 feelin' like I'm four deep
[Verse 2: FMB DZ]
I forgot about the other one Zack and Cody
And your bitch always complain 'cause you so cheap
N***a bought a girl some diamonds, she just there for Van Cleef
Fuck a bad bitch raw, make her eat a Plan B
All I smoke is Cavities, this shit here is rapper weed
Flyin' at a rapper speed, I want a bitch that's Japanese
I ain't never lackin', please, I'ma bulletproof the sleeve
Got an all-star team, my n***as jump out shootin' threes

[Chorus: FMB DZ]
They say they want the old Whoop, this the new me
Hit the club and make a movie, this bitch goin' on Tubi
Got the Demon sittin' outside, that bitch came with two seats
Got five grams stuffed in the LooseLeaf
Yeah, why you woofin' on the 'Gram? N***a, you's the police
Bitches thinkin' that I scam, I just sold a four-piece
You get caught up in a jam, n***a, you don't know me
By myself with this 40 feelin' like I'm four deep

[Verse 3: Kerch Dolla]
I can't even buy a watch, spent all my money on the beef (Dolla)
Lil' baby brain crazy, save her number under "Geek" (What else?)
I'm a big homie, a couple killers under me (What else?)
Chopper sound like a lullaby, put your ass to sleep (What else?)
Had to bulletproof the vest, heard n***as want me next (Keep goin', Dolla)
If a n***a want respect, better go and get a check (Keep goin', Dolla)
I'm tied in with the mob, n***a, you don't see the crest?
I ain't gon' lie, I still love my lil' baby from Gwinnett (Hahahaha)
I know my lifestyle crazy (Huh?), but don't feel for me (Huh)
My favorite uncle sixty-six and he still rollin' (Keep goin', Dolla)
They gave my baby sixty years and he still hopin' (Still)
Thinkin' can the feds tap Nextels and Motorolas?
Dolla (Yee)