[Intro]
Dodbh
Coach me joey

[Verse 1: Coach Joey]
I'm a westside n***a, fucking everybody bitch
I don't want boujie vibes, an, I want a ghetto bitch
Need a bitch wit good credit put some cars in her shit
Let me use your address, send some phones in your crib
Bitch, I'm up, what you tryna do?
If I get her hair done, she gotta fuck me too
All my n***as got pape, she don't know who is who
And if we keep it on the low, she a fuck the crew
I got a hundred in the stash box
I been getting it out the mud since the sandbox
Put my hoes on your n***as, get they ass robbed
They grew up on the east, they dont know west now

[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
Eastside n***a, been fucking n***as' hoes
Doggin bitches out, since Kid made the song
Lil childish ass trick, now it's kids in your throat
I ain't petty with the pape, now her friends wanna go
Turn around, bend it over, bust it open, make this money
How the fuck you laughin You broke, bitch, you is funny
N***a made his first five thousand, now he stunting
Imma drink the dusay [?] stomach
Man, shit crazy
Baby girl sucking mean dick, but she lazy
I made a quarter M this year, I spent eighty
They was fans first want a verse now they hate me
[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
I'm a Flint town n***a, treat hoes very disrespectful
Thirty racks for this watch, can't you see the bezzle?
Bitch, I was talking 'bout my lean, I don't think you special
I just need you to hide this pape, don't think we together
JR just walked in this bitch, it's time to talk platnum
Pull out my pants first fuck some manners, bitch you gotta manage
You can mix the twentys with the fiftys, Imma count it backwards
Two hundred shots and thirty rounds, when I be out in traffic
N***as broke, I can tell by they body language
Hit him in his top, and watch him drop, man, that's body language
Paying cash for everything I got, I ain't got no payments
His car was black till he tried to slide and got it painted
313 to 810, they can't take no more
We got [?] making the sale, and I hit the door
[?] make her think [?]
[?] no more