[Intro: G.T.]
(Ayo, Shek, this yours?)
Ayy, yeah

[Chorus: G.T. & Baby Money]
N***a, I used to trap 'til they had to send the rave in
Now I just send her to the spot, I'm a made man
Rock sits inside my watch, this bitch caved in
If you done touched a hundred thousand, n***a, say, "Yeah"
Yeah, yeah
If you made it from the bottom, n***a, say, "Yeah"
Yeah, yeah
If you fuckin' on the models, n***a, say, "Yeah"

[Verse 1: Baby Money]
Why you talkin' 'bout your outfit? You new to this designer
This drip might be a flight risk, this Louis, on my mama
Last time we got a head tap, I flew to the Bahamas
Soon as a n***a bubble, your bitch blew me for some Prada

[Verse 2: G.T.]
I just made two hundred loungin', thе coupe two hundred thousand
Top floor penthousе, it was a public house
Had to call your bitch back, I'm on the phone with my account
The call keep droppin' 'cause I'm somewhere in the mountains
[Verse 3: Baby Money]
Mans, he got finished with his sentence, so I threw that boy some commas
Changed my last name to Davis and I'm ridin' with a chopper
Thousand pills in one bag, n***a, I'm ridin' like a doctor
Five thousand twenties one bag, you ever seen a hundred thou'?

[Chorus: G.T. & Baby Money]
N***a, I used to trap 'til they had to send the rave in
Now I just send her to the spot, I'm a made man
Rock sits inside my watch, this bitch caved in
If you done touched a hundred thousand, n***a, say, "Yeah"
Yeah, yeah
If you made it from the bottom, n***a, say, "Yeah"
Yeah, yeah
If you fuckin' on the models, n***a, say, "Yeah"

[Verse 4: G.T.]
N***a ballin' hard, came a long way from the basement
Twenty-four inch rolls gold forties, try not to scrape it
We ain't impressed, dog, all that shit is basic
If you n***as knew what I knew, you'd get a brick and stretch it

[Verse 5: Baby Money]
If you n***as knew what I knew, you would find an exit
The head up, hoppin' on that road, tryna find a blessing
Treat a bitch like my dope, break her down and stretch it
A n***a play with lil' Los, you gon' start Armageddon