[Intro]
(COUPE)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah

[Verse 1]
Back in the 3
Believe it or not, we see yo' lil’ shots, we know you like Shaq at the three
My n***a with mops'll clean up your block like spectacular D
Get the sack and then leave
Stacking up racks to my teeth
Ride with a tactical strap in my jeans
I'm a Dracula with platinum teeth
I’m from the danger zone
Most of these n***as can't claim a zone (Ayy)
I put some bangers on
I always saw 'em as angels though (Three)
N***as'll play a role and feel a way when you don't play along
I know that leaving a lame a loan is dangerous, gotta leave lames alone
N***a, what's goin'? I just got a show in, a shoe-in for blowin', I’m blowing a bag
I’ve been recordin' shit later than Conan, they know where I’m goin', they know that it's fast
Follow my heart, I'm regarded to all as the hardest new artist, I started the path
I let a model ho squat at the pad
Fuck with the squad and you won’t get a pass (Bah)
[Chorus]
Might send a blitz to tackle somebody
I got expensive zap on my body
I don't do shit but handle money
I don't want shit but bags of money, yeah (Shh)
I don't want shit but bags of money, yeah (Shh)
I don't want shit but bags of money
Might send a blitz to tackle somebody
I got expensive zap on my body
I don't do shit but handle money
I don't want shit but bags of money, yeah (Shh)
I don't want shit but bags of money, yeah (Shh)
I don't want shit but bags of money

[Verse 2]
I don't want shit but the cream of the crop
Picture lil' me in a seat at the top
But leave it uncropped
Show 'em the mud, the seed of the crops precedin' the guap
Made a receipt off deceiving the cops
Barrel breathin' from the heat of the Glock
Heat up the night with needles and rocks
Minecraft, n***as beating the block
Mind lag, put the bean with the Wock'
I ain't have to put a key in the car (Ayy)
Seein' a loss and seein' the cost to bein' the boss is a bee and a wasp
Now it's just your bitch and me in the loft
No Doug E. Fresh but I'm (Puh-choo-choo-choo, puh-choo-choo-choo)
No Doug E. Fresh but I'm beating the box
Push up two fingers and finger the walls
I'm just Bruce Lee with some locs (I told that pussy, "Be like water")
I crouch in that tiger, I hit with my dragon
I'm counting up nothin' but blue faces like Drakken
I'm feeding a eater, she's sniffing and gagging
I clean the two-seater right after the action
I know what to do and I do what I know, and I know what to do if these n***as want action, I—
[Chorus]
Might send a blitz to tackle somebody
I got expensive zap on my body
I don't do shit but handle money
I don't want shit but bags of money, yeah (Shh)
I don't want shit but bags of money, yeah (Shh)
I don't want shit but bags of money
Might send a blitz to tackle somebody
I got expensive zap on my body
I don't do shit but handle money
I don't want shit but bags of money, yeah (Shh)
I don't want shit but bags of money, yeah (Shh)
I don't want shit but bags of money