Hook:

Money don’t average
Cop us a load
I’m going in half wit cha
So if we bussin a check
Splitting up cards
I’m going in half wit cha
If you got a problem and I got a problem
I’m going in half wit cha
If you got a Glock and I got a Glock
I’m goin bat wit cha
If you got a uzi and I got a choppa
I’m going in mat wit cha
If you gon pop then im gon pop
Ain't going out bad wit cha
If you gon shop I’m gon shop
I’m popping them tags wit cha
If you gon drop I’m gon drop
I’m blowing up cash wit you

Verse1:

All the fuck n***as know I’m wit cha
Take a army come and get us
War ready n***a Armageddon
Sticks on me n***a armor ready
Ronda pack like Rome Betty’s
Keep green Romain lettuce
Migo plug like Jorge
Only quickies no foreplay
Brick man no Noriega
Catch a body wit a 38
Went Finesse for like 30k
Me and my brotha did it everyday
Buss jug front door hit back like 10 / 4
Choppas Out get em out
Kidnap em can’t let em go
Trap boy jack boy
Some of the shit I’m known for
Broke hoes pussy n***as
Some of the shit I don grown from
Legendary in the streets
Some of the shit I don come from me
Sauce that I’m drippin
Some of these rappers don blown from it
Hook:

Money not average
Cop us a load
I’m going in half wit cha
So if we bussin a check
Splitting up cards
I’m going in half wit cha
If you got a problem and I got a problem
I’m going in half wit cha
If you got a Glock and I got a Glock
I’m going bat wit cha
If you got a uzi and I got a choppa
I’m going to matte wit cha
If you gon pop and I’m gon pop
Ain't going out bad wit cha
If you gon shop I’m gon shop
I’m popping them tags wit cha
If you gon drop I’m gon drop
I’m blowing up cash wit you

Verse 2

Going up Going Up know that I’m going up wit cha
Blowing up blowing up
Know that I’m blowing up wit cha
Pint or liter (hey) know that
I’m pouring up wit cha
Running wit that heater (hey)
Know that I’m going in wit u
Trapping in the same place
Been wit my n***as a whole case
Fuck all them blue faces been
With my n***as since old faces
Serve em’ 1000 a weight
Me and my n***as we load plates
Drop me a n***a in Vegas
Me and my n***as we cold casin ‘
Whatever the tap we goin in half
Lets catch what’s for grabs
We grind on the block
We came up for shit have a Slab
Fuck on ya bitch feed her the molly
Hand her a dab hand her the work
*All of my soldiers like donnie and Ab
Hook:

Money not average
Cop us a load
I’m going in half wit cha
So if we bussin a check
Splitting up cards
I’m going in half wit cha
If you got a problem and I got a problem
I’m going in half wit cha
If you got a Glock and I got a Glock
I’m going bat wit cha
If you got a uzi and I got a choppa
I’m going in mat wit cha
If you gon pop and I’m gon pop
Ain't going out bad wit cha
If you gon shop I’m gon shop
I’m popping them tags wit cha
If you gon drop I’m gon drop
I’m blowing up cash wit you