[Verse 1: GT]
I'm walkin' right in, fuckin' this bitch up
What that pussy cost bitch, is you tryna fuck or what?
We all up a hundred plus, who dick you wanna suck?
Lil bitch just hit the jewelry store and dropped a forty-one
We really gettin' paid will, tell 'em some'
I'm in Cali right now G, I'ma mail you some'
Now I'm 'bout to get back to cuttin' a rug
You can spend it like that when you fuckin' with the plug
All of my n***as eating, can't nobody stop that
Bro said he wanna drive a Bentley, I'm like not yet
I'm a fuckin' paper boy, I'm like project
Too busy with the bag, that's why I ain't drop a project
[Chorus: Molly Brazy]
What the fuck is up, where that money at
Ain't tryna have no conversation, I'm tryna run up a check
My brodie got a couple years, it's only right that I stack
Ain't tryna have no conversation, I'm tryna run up a check
I'm tryna run up a check, I'm tryna run up a check
I'm tryna run up a check, I'm tryna run up a check
I'm tryna run up a check
[Verse 2: Molly Brazy]
Man I'm tryna get this money, you bitches hate too much
Catch me boolin' by myself, I don't hang in a bunch
Trust me she ain't living long if the lil bitch owe me
Put this Ruger to your face 'cause I think he tryna ho me
I'ma spark this wood at him, watch this bitch die slowly
It's molly water, I'm with the gang, Moz got the new forty on him
Man it's cold in the D, boy you better bundle up
You can chill on the block but I'll just keep the heater tucked
Keep chasing that check and fuck these angry ass bitches
I always touch a chicken when my hands get to itching
Stuff a cookie in the wood, I get messy when I'm rollin'
Quick to leave a pussy smokin', always keep one eye open
[Chorus: Molly Brazy]
What the fuck is up, where that money at
Ain't tryna have no conversation, I'm tryna run up a check
My brodie got a couple years, it's only right that I stack
Ain't tryna have no conversation, I'm tryna run up a check
I'm tryna run up a check, I'm tryna run up a check
I'm tryna run up a check, I'm tryna run up a check
I'm tryna run up a check
[Verse 3: BandGang Masoe]
I'm in the projects where every house a spot at
That work better be good if you want someone to buy that
Just find a bitch to transport that shit from A to B
Baby I get that shit gone like plan B
Know the real scam man, ain't no scammin' me
No charge vinyl to the key, you n***as Tennessee
Like I'm tryna move in, prayed to get a key
Knew I would make this shit double like I couldn't see
That ngiga probably wanna be me but he ain't me
Fuck 12, free mister made 50 and the white G
I was somewhere in the sticks countin' blue slips
You was stuck sleeping in the trap, gettin' more sheets
[Chorus: Molly Brazy]
What the fuck is up, where that money at
Ain't tryna have no conversation, I'm tryna run up a check
My brodie got a couple years, it's only right that I stack
Ain't tryna have no conversation, I'm tryna run up a check
I'm tryna run up a check, I'm tryna run up a check
I'm tryna run up a check, I'm tryna run up a check
I'm tryna run up a check
