[Intro]
Beatboy taught me


[Chorus - 1TakeJay]
Wait hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Ay bitch I'm back at it like a crack addict (Like a crack addict)
We brought them sticks in the party if you want static (Ooh)
Ay I'm running up them digits like it's mathematics
Ay bitch I'm in my bag call that backpackin' (Call that backpackin')
Ay bitch I'm back at it like a crack addict (Like a crack addict)
We brought them sticks in the party if you want static (Ooh)
Ay I'm running up them digits like it's mathematics (Like it's mathematics)
Ay bitch I'm in my bag call that backpackin'

[Verse 1 - Rich Espy]
Walk in the party with the stick
Your bitch pulling on my dick
I could smell the Molly on her lips
[?] whippin' in the six
[?] still whippin' up a brick
1Take fucking with the crips
West side money get the bag
Now [?] fuckin' with [?]
I was in the foreign with the new paper tag
Say you was born I'ma give her that crack
Give her that dope dick [?] from the back
My baby momma [?] still stashed
Bitch I went to jail and came back
Put her whole [?] in the bag
[?] in the party [?]
Make an n***a dance when I shoot
Lookin like [?] the juice
[?] when I'm [?]
[Chorus - 1TakeJay]
Wait hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Ay bitch I'm back at it like a crack addict (Like a crack addict)
We brought them sticks in the party if you want static (Ooh)
Ay I'm running up them digits like it's mathematics
Ay bitch I'm in my bag call that backpackin' (Call that backpackin')
Ay bitch I'm back at it like a crack addict (Like a crack addict)
We brought them sticks in the party if you want static (Ooh)
Ay I'm running up them digits like it's mathematics (Like it's mathematics)
Ay bitch I'm in my bag call that backpackin'

[Verse 2 - Rich Sheen]
Back in my day I used to sell work to the crack addicts
Sixteen make it flip like a gymnastic
Fell off, bounced back, now we back at it
West side n***a you could tell by my fashion
Mix the Henny [?] champagne
Fuck a lot of these bitches off my name
Got passed security with the pistol
Shoot her in the cut he ain't turnt off no liquor
Drip down head to toe
If the bitches ain't fucking then the bitches gotta go
We gone pick up the phone and call some more
Ay 1Take won't you call some of the groupie hoes
Got more game than all you n***as
We got more money than all you n***as
She say she fell in love with a west side n***a
[Outro - 1TakeJay]
Wait hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up