[Intro: YTB Fatt]
Uh, yeah
Uh, uh

[Chorus: YTB Fatt]
Ha, I'm in L.A. with the growers (See you goin' for dog shit, right here n***a, how many you need?)
N***a, place your order (Or you can get this amount for this amount)
N***a, n***a, keep 'em coming
I was gon' die 'bout this shit for free, imagine what I do for that money

[Verse 1: YTB Fatt]
If you tryna be a around, better have a voucher
I don't know if you gon' shoot your pistol for me
When you see me, you gon' see a smacker
These n***as 'round me ready to tie up a woman
Bagg say, "Stay out the hood, boy, them millions comin'"
Six chains on, totin' a hundred
That little ass money these n***as uploaded, I done thumbed through it and spunt it
N***a, this shit on my neck, this shit hunchin', sex
The shit they did, I done
N***a, this shit came quick, how? I got foxes across the country
Before this deal, you could ask my city
N***a, I was gettin' 'em hit before the money
Been had the power, now I got the cheese
Shit ain't funny
I put this shit on they head like a scrunchie
Switches, frrt, bump down hundreds
I kept this shit on order like a function
The last n***a just won't leave my conscious
We made 'em eat that shit like the munchies
In my family, I take care of the womans
N***a, I'll pay if you hit his tummy
N***a, I'm cashin' out, whoever done it (Frrt)
[Verse 2: Lil Poppa]
If he made the news by Sunday, n***a, you'll have that shit on Monday (You'll have that shit on Monday)
Have them youngins spin that bitch so many times, they just think I'm giving money out (Giving money out)
Rich junkie, bitch, I do this shit 'cause I can afford the high (I can afford the high)
Broke dummies, why come beef with us? You can't afford to die (Can't afford it)
Up at 6 AM, I'm geekin' (Uh), thirty left to seven (Seven)
In here high as hell tweakin', feel like I'm close to heaven (Feel like I'm close)
They hit the lights, fire up a Black & Mild before he say he smell me (Before he say he smell me)
Tell them n***as, know that's me ridin' foreign in the city
Four choppas in that decoy back there, trailing (Decoy back there, trailing)
Fly the bitch to L.A., no, this ain't no vacay, ho, you mailing (Yeah, ho, you mailing)
Told her once I fuck, don't give that shit away unless you sellin' it (Unless you sellin' it)
Don't make my young n***a kill a pussy today, right now, he celibate (Right now)
I'll self defense a n***a (Uh), don't forget, I ain't got no felonies (Felonies)

[Chorus: YTB Fatt]
Ha, I'm in L.A. with the growers (See you goin' for dog shit, right here n***a, how many you need?)
N***a, place your order (Or you can get this amount for this amount)
N***a, n***a, keep 'em coming
I was gon' die 'bout this shit for free, imagine what I do for that money

[Verse 3: Lil Poppa]
I'll pull up back street (Uh), post up with some grave diggers (Grave diggers)
Tell them boys, "Don't at me (Uh), I ain't even tryna play with ya" (I ain't even tryna play with ya)
Bitch pull up at 3 AM (Uh), we fucking, I can't lay with ya (No, I can't lay with ya)
Soon as I'm done busting (Uh, uh), get to trucking, I can't stay with ya (No, I can't stay with ya)
Glock came with a Hellcat (Uh), n***a, this a Dodge pistol (N***a, this a Dodge pistol)
"Poppa, where the hell ya at?" Bet, I ain't tryna dodge n***as (No, I ain't tryna talk, nah)
Rappers talking 'bout "Let's work," but I can't lie, I charge n***as (I can't lie, I charge n***as)
I can't lie, I'm scarred (Yeah), but them Perkies heal my heart (Them Perkies heal my heart, bitch)
They know it ain't safe out after dark
[Chorus: YTB Fatt]
Ha, I'm in L.A. with the growers (See you goin' for dog shit, right here n***a, how many you need?)
N***a, place your order (Or you can get this amount for this amount)
N***a, n***a, keep 'em coming
I was gon' die 'bout this shit for free, imagine what I do for that money

[Outro: Lil Poppa]
Uh, uh, in the day time, neither