[Intro]
Turn up!
Chevy!
Taylor!
Drama what up n***a?
Taylor!

[Hook: Chevy Woods]
All this money in the living room and shooters by the door
Private flights out to [?] you never seen this shit before
Screaming if you want a problem we gon' green light you let’s go
I was bad got a hundred, so I got it for the low
They gon' tax you if you foreign they don't know you how it go
Wrote my number down on paper to the fiends in front the store
57 calls a day oh ya that oh yeah that pack was audio
When them people, pull our fathers tell my n***as getting dough

[Verse 1: Chevy Woods]
N***a I just bought a foreign now I'm zooming out the lot
All these suckers niggers jealous they just envy what I got
I was serving out that water oh yeah that’s fresh up out the pot
Share that 30 with extended fuck around and get you shot
We going fix up with this crowd yeah we know about yo cash
Zombies on sight of the crib and you don’t know about that line
Having boxes for my money and my mom ain't even know
Two twenty-five a piece yeah you know that that’s a go
She know that I'm a Taylor yeah she know I rep the gang
And all them n***as duck behind me yeah they’d do the same
Them rifles get to bustin if you try to kick the door
What the fuck you think I’m paying all these shooters for?