(Intro: D-Mac)
You already know, you already know
Getting to the money we ain't worried bout you lame n***as
Getting to the money we ain't fucking with no lame bitches
You already know, you already know
Getting to the money we ain't worried bout you lame n***as
Getting to the money we ain't fucking with no lame bitches

(Verse 1: D-Mac)
Whoa whoa whoa kemosabe
Big big balling is my homie
Lodi dodo we like to party
Walking through the fountainebleu lobby
Got a bad bitch with a banging body
She's girly girly, but get's naughty naughty
Wake's me up to that sloppy toppy
Then makes a n***a some cheese grits Im like ooh
Tux tailored, bow tie spiffy
Phone line busy, on my grizzy, don't call me with that small talk
Sending text's, yeah I read your shit & didn't reply
Now you see why
Cause I'm getting cake & your broke right? I'm a hustler, you a socialite
I ain't ever been the social type, I be isolated
The type of player to get all type of paper
On you spiteful haters, meet your lady & skype her later, like aye
Let me see that ass twerk
You're fucking with a G who's got stripes like a plaid shirt
A young n***a get's cash first, fuck bitches later, they'll be around
For the leeches now I got raid cans
Made man out of dade man, aye man
Summer all year, yeah that salt life
Sun shining, jewels bling blinging
All this ching chinging, got your main thing clinging
Come get her you can have her back
Sunny Isles we all on the pier, Hardrock a lil blackjack
Lost it all but its all good, make one joog, get that back
Wake up and might kayak or might hit the strip
Fat tuesdays on a wednesday I'm getting ends bae let a n***a hit
It's the macaroni, You heard me bitch, it's the macaroni
Married to the game baby holy matrimony, Im gone..

(Talking:D-Mac)
Who that is with all them chains on? Oh that's Trick

(Verse 2: Convertible Trick)
Best advice take your own advice n***a
Before you try to rob think twice n***a
Young boss n***a in whatever mode
Im a fucking movie, you're a episode
Godfather Flow times two bitch
Hit your bitch from the back with the broom stick
Everytime you see me, in some new shit
You say you not a hater, why the shoe fit?
Got a bad bm, got a fast bm,she ride with him till the tires flat
N***a you're a lame can't admire that
Had the black mustang, I retired that
Snatch a n***a chain just to let him know, I put you in the game I can take you out
Broke n***as always do the fucking most, Im in my own lane never had a doubt
Sippin Rose' never passing out
Been clocking in, now I'm cashing out
The devil is a lie, can't come in this house
All these fucking rhymes I be living out
Addicted to a drug I ain't never used
Once you've got a plug, you'll never lose
You from the projects, thought you'd never move
Rims offset, a n***a in a better mood
She say she wanna fuck, I'm in another mood
Once they catch up Im on another move
I got my guns up n***a no truce
This the art of war n***a Sun-tzu
Money talks, bullshit walks a marathon
Don perigean, fuck a carry on
Finna shop when I land take me to the mall
Bitch I really ball, n***a really ball