[Intro]
(Doggy made the beat)

[Verse 1: Ray Foe]
Ayy, bitch we drink juice, we don't drink Goose
I'm at Ruth Chris sippin' on a pink deuce
Eatin' well-done lamb, no more eatin' soups
When I'm done with the Ram, I'ma get a coupe
Breaking news now, this shit just in
I can't even beef with a n***a only up ten
Pocket full of blues like a n***a just got jumped in
When your money don't fold, you can fuck twins
Plug say he got 'em for the twenty-two
Told him I'ma tell 'em twenty-five if that's cool with you
I got the pounds in and I can get the Scooby Doo
Might put the ball in your hands, see what you can do
I fuck with shorty, she an acrobat
Two things I can do, I can brag and trap
N***as hatin' on thе mob, well, imagine that
Me and Gilliе came Ram trucks back-to-back, ayy
When you gettin' money, everybody start to hate you
And fuck all you bitches, all you hoes ungrateful
Probably in Seattle pourin' maple up with Fatal
Or somewhere out in Cali next door to the Staples
Message from my ex-bitch, "Call me when you able"
I'll never call your ass again, ho, I hate you
It was me and Crave in the house with no cable
And Wes, that's my brother from the grave to the cradle
Told Willie we gon' see an M off this shit
Told Hef we gon' see an M off this shit
Matter of time 'fore it's a brick on my wrist
Matter of time 'fore I put dick in your bitch, ayy
Smart bitch with a dumb ass, yeah
Smart n***a gettin' dumb cash, yeah
Ridin' on E, but got dumb gas, yeah
F's on the rims, they done flunked class, yeah
[Verse 2: Peezy]
I gave my city somethin' to be proud of
Need a rake for all this money, shit done piled up
Go to the safe and count two hundred thou' up
I can't complain, last week, I was at chow, yup
Every time I take a pic, I throw the Mile up
N***as sick we lit and they can't come around us
Came home and ran it up, I just sat down, huh
And I stood on all ten, go read my file, bum
Everybody winnin', judgin' by they pictures
You can't fool me on the 'Gram, I know you n***as finished
I just made another hundred, I ain't count it yet
Rio passed you n***as up sittin' on house arrest
Get this pape' by any means just like Malcolm X
I don't come out the house if it ain't 'bout a check
One up top in that new glizzy, I ain't gotta check
Take your ho and turn her up, now you can't get her back
I built it ground up, yeah, I'm an architect
Jumped out the car and left it runnin', this bitch park itself
Took a loss for 80K, I had to chalk it up
Now 80K the type of shit I spend at Target, bum
Had a name in the streets before I had a 'Gram
Had clientele before I ever had fans
Before I ever did a show, I did it in the O
Ain't see no need to make a hit, 'cause I was hittin' the road
You can't tell me you been turnt, you wasn't at Double-O
Ask Hollywood how many times they swept it off the floor
We blow it all and get it back and then we blow some more
Think you fuckin' with me, boy, you must be smokin' dope
How you been out here for real and don't nobody know?
How the fuck is you a boss and all your n***as broke?
Took your bitch to the marina, let her drive the boat
She on that '42, and she gon' shove it down her throat
[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
If we ain't goin' to catch a body, I ain't tryna go
I got a whole pint of Quali', what you tryna pour?
She been fuckin' everybody, but she not a ho
In and out when we go do a show, alright, it's time to go
Tizzle talk to the promoter, count the paper up
This new money, came straight out the bank, I got paper cuts
Dropped a couple 'bows to Lil Tay, make sure they weighin' up
In the hood gettin' rid of weight, I call it shapin' up
Lou say he think the drank cut, okay, shake it up
Fifty-five-hundred-dollar outfit on, but it's fake as fuck
I just gave a n***a bitch my number, now they breakin' up
Supercharger on the 550'll fuck a shaker up
I just scored a pint of Wock', we finna drop a fish
Way before I ever dropped a hit, I was droppin' shit
I just bought a real brick from the plug, paid in counterfeit
Even though I gotta sit, I'm thankin' God for my accomplishments