[Intro: The Musalini]
Uh, yeah, Mus'
Boston shit
Trust, uh, you know in God we trust
Let's get to this money, baby

[Verse 1: The Musalini]
These hoes out dyin', shit, my bitch got a doctrine
Keep a few options
I fucked her at the office like it's time to clock out
Bring the drops out
If I'm in the building, bitch, it's a packed house
All the Woes and the G's and my gettin'-money n***as
Can't forget about the dealers
I'ma need a pack of Killer
I be in the trap, posted with the killers
And they all respect it
You could be yourself and still be acceptеd
Heard you caught a rash fuckin' with a fake necklacе
I'm running to the bank, checkin' goals off my checklist
Showin' hoes to the exit
It was mandatory
Now I'm that n***a if you need a category
You just mad your bitch post me on her story
Had to dump the kitty even though she was horny
She DM'd with the n***s
I popped a bean by the pool
[Verse 2: O Finess & The Musalini]
Players in convertibles
No squares in my circle
We was well-prepared for the hurdles
Carry shells like a turtle (Pop)
'Fore our names was on the marble
From the land with the soil's fertile
We outside like kids with no curfew, my hoes'll curve you (N***a, please)
Champagne next to the bonfire
Denied my man bond because he had priors (Damn)
We got hoes for hire and my Eden a rose, designer
We rose from the fire to give these lames hope and desire (Y'all need hope)
Your case is a minor, its sentence Scared Straight program with life (Hahaha)
We up front like Rosa Park' at the jazz festival in Winter Park
I still hang with the sinners in the dark, this is vintage art (Y'all see me?)
I'm the type of hustler to give the fiends somethin' to fuel the car (There you go)
I ride with animals like I'm a passenger on Noah's Ark (Woo)
I got models layin' bareback on a bear rug (Bear rug)
Me and my comrades stay tight like a bear's hug
I don't own the pitbull n***a, I got a bear cub (Exotic)
Have 'em runnin' barefoot when I air out the snub (Pop)
Finess