[Verse 1: Locsta]
All I talk is money, my Adam's apple came from the bank
All I got is hundreds, it look fake, this not a prank
I'm armed & dangerous, I'm always anxious, I'm on my G's and D's
I'm southbound on 35, come back with key's & p's
N***a please I got it sowed up like stitches on a shirt
I sell weed, I sell work, but I drank all my purp
NBA player like Dirk, Never Broke Again since birth
Yung Gizzle got that work, Criminal Crook Gang my turf
I drank a lotta syrup mane free my bro Big Menace
He be gettin' on my nerve, always wantin' me to get minutes
I'ma put money on his books, I'm wit Spank Loc & the crooks
I'ma get her if she look, if I get the number she took
I'm take her to the crib, I'mma put it in her ribs
I'mma put it in her anal, gettin' dome while I watch cable
Yung Locsta I'mma playa, she's a liver, her name Lisa
Kicked her out and ordered pizza, because I didn't eat her

[Hook: Locsta]
I gotta bunch of money, I show a lot of love
Yo' girl wanted to fuck me, I had to use a glove
My prices super low, I got the best plug
These n***as they don't like me, but I don't give a fuck
Gotdamn, that's some real n***a shit, aye
Gotdamn, that's a hustlin' ass clique, aye
Gotdamn, she's a Nothin' Ass Bitch, mane
Gotdamn, she's a Nothin' Ass Bitch, mane
[Verse 2: Teezyduh]
I'm from the home of the ratchets, ain't no plastics
Body snatchers lower caskets, cause the money is a must, gotta have it
I'm just at it, tryna make it happen, round here n***as pistol's clappin
Pistol packin, better use it, n***as dumpin', bitches stabbin'
I'm just rappin' tryna get out, 'fore I fuck around and get smoked
Fuckin' round with these 'fuck around' n***as ain't no joke
I got bitches tryna fuck around, they'll probably let me poke
But I'm too busy in the yo' my future bright, a n***a stoked
But hold on, on another note, my bitch she a gypsy
All money on the way in, I'm feelin like Nipsey
Cause the hustle is in me, my pockets is empty
But I'ma get it right back, give me a minute and I'll have plenty, right?
I'm wit Locsta and the Loc's but ain't no criminal
Crimson and Cream, reppin' Oklahoma, not no Seminole
Nothin' bout me subliminal, I tell it like it is
I ain't playin' with these kids, a n***a focused on his biz, huh?

[Hook]

[Outro: Locsta]
Yuh, aye
Gotdamn, she's a Nothin' Ass Bitch, mane
N***a, you know who you are bitch
If you fuckin' two n***as, that's related, you dusty ho
Aye
If you fuckin' two n***as in the same apartment complex, bitch you'z a rat man
Y'all some dusty ass bitches man
Shout out to the bad hoes though
Know I fucks witcha'
Yes sir
Gizzle
Just had to make somethin' 4 them, 4 them ratchet ass bitches, mane
Had to do it for the dusty ass bitches, mane
Aye, aye, I think she got the mange
Let me quit playin' man
Selo, Gizzle, Go!