[Intro: Yung Dutch, Chintwo, Hamzwhat]
Yung Dutch: Yo what's wrong with you? Turn that shit off bro
Hamzwhat: Aww my bad
Chintwo: Yo hurry up and get on this track

(chintwo on the beat)

[Verse 1: Yung Dutch]
Came through drippin' when I walk through the door
G fizz is cooking white, I ain't talking bout the blow
Ain't gonna stop till I get booked for shows
I got these n***as askin' me for motherfuckin' features
Too Hollywood, spent a band on these sneakers
Why these other n***as getting fly with their feelers
Chillin' with these hoes and they told us they'd eat us
Armani these boxers; these glasses is Prada
Do you boys have money?
N***a nada
Down with the DB designer boyz
Your man talking pieces, I ain't playing with no toys
Came brazy on this rap shit, I start making noise
Deposit racks to the bank, n***a like I'm Lloyd
Undefeated in this game like money man Floyd

[Ad lib: Yung Dutch]
Yung Dutch: Yo, didn't I tell you turn it off?!

[Verse 2: Chintwo]
Pull up with the kamkazi flow
Shawty wanna go
Shawty tryna feel up on this whoaaaa
High school hotties catching hella bodies
Throwing all these parties
Sipping on that Cardi
Yeah, pop back smokin' ganja
Baddies been bad so I had to call Santa
Sipping on that lean mixed with the fucking Fanta
But I’m so clean had to call Mr. Clean
Lil Chintwo being called on the scene
YHM we roll up looking mad flee
These other fags pulling up but we got the key
Who else you know who do it like we

[Ad lib: Yung Dutch, Chintwo]
Yung Dutch: Yo! Give me the- my verse n***a yo
Chintwo: Get the fuck out
Yung Dutch: Yo yo

[Verse 3: Yung Dutch]
Everywhere I go you know I'm rockin' bust-down
Been in the field all day scoring touchdowns
I hit the bottom I can only go up now
Do it for the fam' cause I gotta make em' proud
I stay smoking all this loud
Cause it keeps me zoned out
I could never knock out till I knock out
A project or maybe two
Not what this money got me
Know this shit is my new joint
And you know she flawless
Chintwo knew that I was gonna bomb this beat
I only cook up straight heat
YHM, that's the family

[Ad lib: Yung Dutch, Hamzwhat]
Yung Dutch: Oh so now you wanna turn it off?
Hamzwhat: Bro, I'm sorry damn