[Intro: Z Money]
Yeah

[Verse 1: Z Money]
Brand new V on twenty-threes
Walked through the 'jects, came out kinda flee
Take care of the paper and invest in a key
Lot of hundreds on me, got a whole lot of chi-chi
Lot of diamonds on me, told the jeweler man freeze me
Brick after brick, damn, the whole hood need me
Louis V 'fit, hit the scene with a bad bitch
Real trap n***a, now they got me on TV
Was a scammin' ass n***a gettin' rich off a tablet
Havoc, slidin' with them sticks automatic
Yeah, beat it down, bitch, like I'm daddy
On tour, still got dope in my cabin
Designer mix-match, go crazy with your fashion
Forty-two four, say hello to my passion
New drop cost two hundred, gotta dash it
Four hundred for the zip, that's all white ashes

[Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks]
Miss me like a wifey with the threats, pal
'Fore I turn your name to the next Pat
Off the top rope, fall, splash, ex-pat
Know I gotta get back (Yeah)
Lot of money in the backpack (Uh)
Lot of money in the backpack (Ah)
Doors open like a rat trap
And the GPS can't track that
They dead
I'm switchin' permissions
I'm switchin' the passwords on you n***as
Last words from you n***as
Laugh first on you n***as, burst on you n***as (Yeah)
We doin' division
That half and the quarter, that's different percentage (Wow)
We come with precision
We come with the scissors, we cuttin' you out
[Chorus: Sir Michael Rocks]
You knew what it was when you met me
We ain't gotta talk about that, though
I just met a plug and he blessed me (The plug)
We ain't gon' talk about that, though
You knew what it was when you met me
We ain't gotta talk about that, though
I just met a plug and he blessed me
We ain't gotta talk about that, though

[Verse 3: Chuck Inglish]
Twirlin' fettuccine pasta
White wine sauce, just somethin' slight, though
If you wanna place a bet on it, don't step on it, you can call Lonzo
Twist the jar closed, swingin' elbows
Leave a scale of those blues and yellows
I could send a will to you with a pill, but the folks know where your mail go
It's on sale, though
Liquidated, oh, we on a sailboat
Silk 'fit like I sell dope
And it cost a brick like my jumper's broke
Quick, pronto, swift Carlos
White barcode
Me, Z Money serve Mikey and Cardo
Ayy, this beat hard, though
[Chorus: Sir Michael Rocks]
You knew what it was when you met me
We ain't gotta talk about that, though
I just met a plug and he blessed me (The plug)
We ain't gon' talk about that, though
You knew what it was when you met me
We ain't gotta talk about that, though
I just met a plug and he blessed me
We ain't gotta talk about that, though