[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
[?] playing with dirty money on the backseat
I like getting money off the streets, 'cause it's tax free
Striker music, bitch, it's time to ride, this a black G
I'm on my way to some chicken, n***a, Max Beef
Ghetto boy times the BandGang
N***as really can't fuck with us, what a damn shame
I got a hundred on this bitch, why would I damn aim?
Bitch sucking dick, and she don't even know my damn name

[Verse 2: BandGang Javar]
BandGang, got it off the cards like Yu-Gi-Oh!
Old bitch left me in the feds, that was stupid though
Made a hundred K today, they let me go
By the time she doubled back, I made a hundred more
I ain't gon' lie, I wеnt to Cali and I lost 50
Made another 50, by the timе [?] hit me
35 [?]
I made more off [?]

[Verse 3: BandGang Biggs]
They talking grams, but they ain't never seen a boll before
I'm doing deals on these bitches, boy, come get 4 for 4
They tryna watch me, so I hit them with the oaky doke
N***a better not try me, I got glocky in this Gucci coat
On the 6, serving bro, we 'bout to hit these hoes
If these hoes playing, we gon' [?] for some different hoes
I love my life, I sware to God, I gotta keep that pole
Let a n***a try me, Coney Island, he get [?]
[Verse 4: RMC Mike]
Walk a n***a down in broad day, with a beater on
Cuz got more money than you n***as, he a three year old
I made a 50 ball off of weed, and [?]
[?] locked up in the safe, and yes, I keep the code
Still catch me in any n***a hood, like a transmission
I know a horny n***a that got caught fucking a transgender
Threw my young bitch out the road, now she a bread winner
Free my brother Ri up out that can, he a fed member

[Verse 5: BandGang Javar]
I've been putting n***as on motion, like Happy Feet
This 50 K [?] pay off the fackelty
Lost provention caught me in the act, tried to tackle me
Object [?] motion, it's like gravity
I don't just [?] all willy nilly
My hoes cook, clean and hit the road with me
The last bitch I sent to Indiana made 50
We playing fetch, the bitch trained to bring it back to me

[Verse 6: BandGang Biggs]
My n***a Mike set the play [?]
Pop up with them chops, he gon' be shocked like he electricuted
BandGang the mob, fuck that, n***a, we the fucking movement
Latter hang off everybody waist, like we doing home improvement
Looking out my window, I can see you gon' be hating on me
Looking at my watch, I ain't got time, bitch, I'm skating on you
My money long, push a button, [?] on me
We the ones, ain't no debating on it, n***as fake and foney