[Intro]
(Good lookin', Dnell)
(Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too? The fuck got into you?)

[Verse 1: Wespalmrich]
Hit a n***a with a hundred dollar eighter
Like get the fuck up off my line, ain't 'bout the paper
What's the issue? Catchin' mag, this the fader
I'm 'bout that deep, got on my feet, I'm ballin', this the Lakers

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
If I ain't motivate n***as, I motivate my n***as
Brodie keep a stick, he was ridin' on probation with it
Mob ties, if I get smoked, one of my babies did it
Cannon I got flashin' in your face ain't used for takin' pictures

[Verse 3: TooDxpe]
Problem never scared to the head, I'ma face it, n***a
'Bout to load the basics, I ain't never been a basic n***a
Did a song with Rio, damn, I'm tryna get a placement with it
Made it out the dungeon, me and Dope was in the basement with it

[Chorus: Wespalmrich]
Stack it up, flip it, gettin' rich make 'em jealous
With your bitch blowin' exotics, what you sip? 'Cause this ain't regular
Yung OG can never bang a rats to get cheddar up
You ain't got a fifty strip to blow, then what you sayin' just don't register
My kids' bloody red, fours of red get dropped in 7-Ups
Diamond in the rough, bitch, I'm pressure cut, who pressin' what?
Huh, got a hundred tucked
Ain't show 'em nothin', make yourself an opp, evaporate you, I'm gon' press the button
[Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG]
I can't complain about shit, I made it out the slums
I probably caught a body if you see me breakin' down my gun
Bitch, you gon' end up homeless, keep layin' down with bums
I could never be lonely at night, I'm layin' down [?]
Designers for the low, I just linked up with Wespalmrich
It gotta be some money on the floor, my left palm itch
She seen me count a sleeve, then called me broke, ain't that 'bout a bitch?
I'll never cross one of my n***as, 'specially 'bout a bitch

[Verse 5]
Rollin' bada boom, bada bam, it make your body dip
I could tell Scottie beat me up 'cause I'm out of head
Bitch, I'm ballin', blowin' berry, this some honey buns
Baby got that sticky, I'll get in them honey buns, hey, shit
Damn, I be high as hell
I just bought a ten-piece, bitch, I'm fried as well
Bumped into a boogie bitch, she was fine as hell
With a couple young thuggers, I'm on YSL

[Verse 6: Rio Da Yung OG]
Before I touched the microphone, I used to buy and sell
I cooked it in the microwave, the stove get hot as hell
Just hit an opp in his top, I got a Glock for sale
I'll sit here and cook it in your face like Tye and Dnell
I'm a real Ghetto Boy, I got my shoes off
Remember back when Quanny caught dog and roped that school off
[Verse 7]
I ain't talkin' hundreds, I say bro gon' get these blues off
Rio hit a n***a with that beam, now he Rudolph
All about the paper, comin' with an extra extra ho
N***a, ain't no love up in this bitch, it ain't no X and O's
I'ma let the money talk, I'm Mr. Bring the Extras Home
N***a, we still stay up in that yard like bring an extra gnome

[Chorus: Wespalmrich]
Stack it up, flip it, gettin' rich make 'em jealous
With your bitch blowin' exotics, what you sip? 'Cause this ain't regular
Yung OG can never bang a rats to get cheddar up
You ain't got a fifty strip to blow, then what you sayin' just don't register
My kids' bloody red, fours of red get dropped in 7-Ups
Diamond in the rough, bitch, I'm pressure cut, who pressin' what?
Huh, got a hundred tucked
Ain't show 'em nothin', make yourself an opp, evaporate you, I'm gon' press the button