[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
Woke up, I couldn't believe it
I had a roll on me and I was layin' with Mona Lisa
This shit told not sold, nah, I can't teach you
Ridin' with them bales on me, got the whole whip reekin'

[Verse 2: Tay B]
Huh, ridin' 'round them sticks and you know they ain't legal
No, I ain't tryna kick it, this is not no FIFA
I'ma fuck you like once or twice, I ain't gon' keep you
Better bring another bitch 'cause you know I ain't gon' eat you

[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
My trap not a regular trap, you probably live there
I made two hundred, you made your first ten, how it's still fair?
Go the mile, go the distance, take them chances, I got jail fare
Still flyin', get excited when I hеar that the mail here

[Verse 4: Tay B]
Lil' baby do lashеs and she sell hair
I should put a stamp on the 'bows that say, "Sell here"
I should put a sign in my grass that say, "Mail here"
You should put a tattoo on your lips that say, "Tell here"

[Verse 5: KrispyLife Kidd]
Bone in my body keep telling me, "Get some money"
Gun feeling, tellin' me to cut you off, you movin' funny
Thousand-something miles away, I'm chillin' in Kentucky
Got locked up, was lucky, met a Chaldean, he was my bunkie
[Verse 6: Tay B]
You do anything a n***a say, you a flunkie
I can be like, "Jump off a bridge", n***a, trust me
I gotta keep winnin', I fall off, they ain't gon' love me
Like you forgot how I was ballin', Rodney Stuckey

[Verse 7: KrispyLife Kidd]
Found a U-Haul, I stuffed that bitch and then I went the distance
Told my n***a, "Strap your nuts on", we on a mission
Made two hundred gettin' some cribs, we buyin' back the trenches
Keep your circle tight 'cause you don't know who out to get you
Been a boss, been gettin' money way back when I was little
Get turned off when I found out some bums hit you
One n***a rat out your clique, then it be a ripple
I really got it out the mud, out the dirt, out the ribble

[Verse 8: Tay B]
Out the dirt, out the ribble, you gon' need a shovel
Anything I want I gotta get, I can't settle
Fucked a bad bitch off thirty-pointers in my bezel
I'm at the point in life I gotta fit you in my schedule
You gotta come around just to be nosy, I can't let you
'Ll never catch me trippin' on no ho 'cause I got several
You better watch your mouth, you'll end up in a stretcher
If you my favorite fiend, you gon' end up with a tester