[Verse 1: Lil Keke]
Fuck all that playing, let's get the money
Ain't no use to having a roof, it's too sunny
Boys making deals with the feds and moving funny
Supposed to be a smart ass n***a, but you's a dummy
Shout out to them hustlers, who smash and keep earning
Dark tinted windows, with them backwoods burning
My dawg know he still on parole, but he determined
Don Ke, spitting this game like it's a sermin
N***as out here watching my play, 'cause they ain't ate
I promis that it's much too late, I'm getting cake
Sitting in a box of clouds, the music loud
I ain't never had to follow the crowd, I'm Texas proud

[Chorus: Lil Keke]
Smoking up a storm, n***a, I feel great
Reppin for the city I love, this my state
They see us out here chasing that bread, and getting cake
They just waiting for a n***a to fall, it's too late

[Verse 2: Slim Thug]
That ass fat, I got a couple extra hundreds just to smash that
Laid back, take it day by day
Older you get, you just tryna stay out the way
Too many crash dummys roming til I park my cars
Can't go out like that, man, I came too far
Let them youngsters [?] we the bosses in the back
Took some time to stack up and get it like that
[Chorus: Lil Keke]
Smoking up a storm, n***a, I feel great
Reppin for the city I love, this my state
They see us out here chasing that bread, and getting cake
They just waiting for a n***a to fall, it's too late

[Verse 3: Killa Kyleon]
Sack chaser, stack paper like it's jenga
Money calling, so I'm listening for my ringer
Counting so much paper, got me cutting up my fingers
Ain't no money there, ain't no need for me to mix and mingle
I'd rather play them blues, but I ain't never been no singer
Behind these last two dollars, that's gon' turn me to a deman
I'm tryna get some money, this whole world [?]
All that back and forth with bitches, that's for Venus and Serina
They wanna see me fall, but I ain't [?]
My hustle cold as [?]
Circle smaller than them dimes, just me and my members
This money staying in my hands, it's looking like [?]
For real

[Chorus: Lil Keke]
Smoking up a storm, n***a, I feel great
Reppin for the city I love, this my state
They see us out here chasing that bread, and getting cake
They just waiting for a n***a to fall, it's too late