[Intro: Propain]
(Louder) Yeah, n***a, get
(Louder, Donnie Houston) Yeah, shawty, get
(Louder) Donnie Houston, we jam it
(Louder) Louder, louder (Louder)

[Verse 1: Propain]
O-o-o-okay, I'm comin' down like a motor spill (Uh), cuttin' queens like a poker deal (Yeah)
Screw bangin' with a broken seal, got the red swingin' like Holyfield
They like (Dang, gangsta, that's your kit), but I ain't playin', I'm so for real
The way I hold the wheel (Uh), you're holdin' on trill (Uh), I got her open, mane (Uh), somebody throw the pill (Uh)
And I'ma blow that bitch like Megatron, love that ass, I can't pay for none
I rock old school J's, them my favoritе dunks, that '84 goo paint, trunk wavy donk (Yeah)
See back in the day, I couldn't scrape a crumb (Crumb), thеy all used to talk down, makin' fun (Fun)
But now I speak crack until they face is numb, and blow cake like a kid on the day he born
Ho, fuck top five if I ain't the one, me and young Don like Wade-Lebron (Yeah)
Em and the Doc, Andre-Antwan (Yeah), yeah, I'm 'bout to kill shit, ain't no makin' bond
Me fall off? I doubt it, doubt it, no limit, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
Ten bands in my pocket, shoppin', pull up the trunk knockin', bitch, get—

[Chorus: Propain & DoughBeezy]
(Louder) Money talks so I'm grindin', tryna get my shit
(Louder) Ridin' 'round and I'm shinin', she tell me to turn it
(Louder) Haters be talkin' down, when you see me, n***a, speak
(Louder) Never stoppin' our hustle forever, partner
(Louder) Hands up if you a real n***a, middle finger, scream, "Fuck them haters"
(Louder) Hands up if you a real n***a, middle finger, scream, "Fuck them haters"
(Louder) Hands up if you a real n***a, middle finger, scream, "Fuck them haters" (No end, no pay, uh)
(Louder) Hands up if you a real n***a, middle finger, scream, "Fuck them haters" (Haha, yo, D, yeah, hey)
[Verse 2: DoughBeezy]
Okay, I'm shittin' on n***as, no constipation, and keepin' it trill is my occupation
Flow so dope, they call me Ronald Reagan, and I spit so sick that my tonsils achin'
At the top I'm waitin', lookin' down on haters, with the power circle, we the power players
When we pick a beat, it's like trick-or-treat because these n***as sweet, Now or Laters (Let's go)
I'm pilin' paper like a fax machine or stackin' green and runnin' 'til I come in first
And for what it's worth, I never graduated, so I guess that's why I always got the dumbest verse (Haha)
I treat the beat like I ain't ate in weeks (Uh-huh), and eat the track until my stomach hurt
And if Pro' and Don like Wade and 'Bron, then I guess that means I'm Jesus Shuttlesworth (Ow)
No Big Sean but when I run a verse, I make you scream (Oh God) like I brung a church
And no disrespect, go to Calione but I'm a killer, n***a, no runnin' shirt
Me fallin' off? I doubt it (Doubt it), no Percy smell, I'm 'bout it (Uh-huh)
Got ten bands in my pocket, shoppin', pull up my trunk knockin', bitch, get—

[Chorus: Propain]
(Louder) Money talks so I'm grindin', tryna get my shit
(Louder) Ridin' 'round and I'm shinin', she tell me to turn it
(Louder) Haters be talkin' down, when you see me, n***a, speak
(Louder) Never stoppin' our hustle forever, partner
(Louder) Hands up if you a real n***a, middle finger, scream, "Fuck them haters" (Yeah)
(Louder) Hands up if you a real n***a, middle finger, scream, "Fuck them haters" (Yeah)
(Louder) Hands up if you a real n***a, middle finger, scream, "Fuck them haters" (Yeah)
(Louder) Hands up if you a real n***a, middle finger, scream, "Fuck them haters"

[Verse 3: Propain & DoughBeezy]
Got a buzz first, now the throne next (Uh), pam ballin' like coneheads (Uh)
On the grind for that long check, you could hear me comin' like phone sex
And my slab crawlin' like longlegs, no tint got me lookin' like a old head
Like Jurassic, your bitch gimme long neck, and I record her doin' it 'til my phone dead
In a '84 with two-tone legs, draw hate 'cause the players make this jones wet
Ride Wayne for the jackers with a chrome TEC, tryna play a cack-and-bustle like Jerome Bet'
And I hit the ho like I was Polamalu, so hard you could feel that out in Guatemala
Hoes used to hate me, now they try to holla, but I only conversate unless it's 'bout a dollar, bitch
Boy, I'm fresh as fuck and my style designer (Haha), Pro' be dressin', no thousand islands
Bumpin' Propain', gettin' dangerous minded, that's sad while I drive a hunnid miles an hour
Me fall off? I doubt it (Doubt it), no limit, I'm 'bout it ('Bout it)
Ten bands in my pocket, shoppin', pull up the trunk knockin', bitch, get—
[Chorus: Propain]
(Louder) Money talks so I'm grindin', tryna get my shit
(Louder) Ridin' 'round and I'm shinin', she tell me to turn it
(Louder) Haters be talkin' down, when you see me, n***a, speak
(Louder) Never stoppin' our hustle forever, partner
(Louder) Hands up if you a real n***a, middle finger, scream, "Fuck them haters"
(Louder) Hands up if you a real n***a, middle finger, scream, "Fuck them haters"
(Louder) Hands up if you a real n***a, middle finger, scream, "Fuck them haters"
(Louder) Hands up if you a real n***a, middle finger, scream, "Fuck them haters"