This beat is fucking crazy
Turn the music up a little bit more
Cool

[Hook]
All these bitches, they love it
All these n***as, they hate it
They be sick to their stomach, look at the look on their faces
Me and my n***as just ballin’, we make something from nothing
We just fuckin’ the money, she screamin’ baby, I’m cumin’

All these n***as, they love it
All these bitches, they hate it
They be sick to their stomach, look at the look on their faces
Me and my bitches just ballin’, we make something from nothing
I ride this hustle for good, the money never stop comin’

[Chevy Woods]
That new piece hella sick, you probly talk when you pinch
Only had time for that combo for n***as scorin’ them bricks
No, I ain’t lyin’ at all, ask your friends cuz they know it
My n***as empty them clips, then fill ‘em up, that’s reloadin’
Got a thing for that money, fast cars and that dough
I was actin’ a fool, now sellin’ 20’s of soap
Like anything for a dollar but I was foolin’ myself
You gotta fight for your hustle, what would you do for the belt?
Even them bitches would shoot, blow a kiss from that pistol
Couple of hot magazines so you can come get your issue
All of them Taylor’s will show and all you heard was a whistle
It's really stripes over here, cuz all my n***as official