[Verse 1: J.U.S]
Uh, yeah
I need a down-payment and a remodeled basement
Model on my lap, she got a player on the waitlist
I did favors for n***as, couldn't wait to say shit
Scrambled my whole brain
Skip that four piece, I need parts of that whole thang
Line around the block, got the fiends like Soul Train
Bad hoes and swipes turn Spirit flights to soul plane, n***a
I'm four and a baby, folk riding with me, got the same guns the Navy got
88 came with the extra stock
I been around a long time, I need restin' spots
And a place to shop
I like my malls like the Galleria, Hermes in the Gucci sto'
My bitch like to be a diva
If she belong to the streets, then the streets can keep her

[Interlude]
Bitch gon' FaceTime me
Bitch, I hold my wrist up, pop my rubber band
She say "where yo' watch at?"
You right bitch, where's my Rolex?

[Verse 2: Danny Brown]
Copped the Rollie from the pawn shop, it was non-stop
Me and my n***as cop back-to-back, it was an onslaught
Gun cocked, you try to touch and get yo' lunch rocked
Sun stop, me and my n***as, we on the Ong Bak
Denmark, you in that whip, you get your bitch rocked
Amsterdam, we on that Summer Slam, that Killa Cam
Goddamn, against me and you, you get yo' shit blammed
Oh man, [?]
Goddamn, you disrespect, we have a shoot-out (Shoot-out)
Bitch on my dick, that's what yo' boo 'bout
Move out, if you ain't with the crew, you gettin' threw out
I knew 'bout bu(tt)ubble gum, tell yo' bitch was blew out
Ooh wow, she got a fat ass, she gettin' flew out
Ooh wow, got them lambchops on them lollipops
Ooh wow, you ain't gettin' money, what ya talkin' 'bout?
Ooh wow