[Intro: Los]
(Rocaine, baby)
Yeah (Yeah)
Ayy (Ayy)
You know what the fuck goin' on, n***a
(We laugin' at you n***as, dog)
441 Daisy Lane, n***a, Wavy Gang shit, n***a, all that shit, n***a (Ayy)
White House shit too, n***a
Check me out, n***a
Pussy-ass n***as, ain't got no love for 'em

[Verse 1: Los]
When a n***a look around, I don't see shit but money
I need a whole M, my time comin'
Money counter countin' money
Bitches fuckin', got the hard lovin'
Truck off two-fifty
I wanna shoot back to the Daisy, but that's too risky

[Verse 2: Brooks]
I don't fuck with new n***as, that's too iffy
I ain't stayin' the night, ho, gotta come with me
Don't come tryna shop
You only askin' numbers, ain't tryna cop
Tryna press about a ho, now he dead wrong
I been creepin' in them trenches, baby mama from the dead zone
He bit my hand, now he work, damn, man, I fed bro
[Verse 3: WB Nutty]
Fall off, bounce right back, that's how the game go
Two trips a week, never ridin' with the same ho
Cocaine slow, boy fallin', pills high as hell
They gon' bring the money to me, I'm thinkin' like I might as well
Load up on the clientele, preparin' for the worst
Dope man, throwin' all my sales in a verse, n***a

[Verse 4: Veeze]
Hoppin' on the bus with thirty thousand in beans
I can't preach to n***as that ain't seen what I seen
Mixin' topside, it'll burn your eyes like chlorine
I knew I was in the mob before I knew my ABCs (Swear to God)
So much money comin' in, I even make it in my sleep
Bitches catch me noddin' off, tryna rape me off the lean
Pull up to the show, until I'm paid, I can't even speak
N***a, I can't even give you all this game, come with a fee