[Intro: Young Scooter]
Fuck n***a gon' hate
I'm a just keep counting up

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Freeband Gang, Black Migo, we got all the packs
Cheep bricks, cheep bails, recipes and all that
If you ain't got your own money, bitch, you need to fall back
Street n***a snitching on the low, what we call that?
You a fuck n***a
You a fuck n***a
You a fuck n***a
You a fuck n***a
You say you the man, but ain't got a band
You a fuck n***a
I done did the math

[Verse 1: Maceo]
You a fuck n***a
Really, we don't fuck with ya
[?] respect, I sware I'll let that chopper hit ya
Money so high, can't even see you n***as
I heard you fucked up, wouldn't wanna be you n***as
You see them fuck n***as, turn up on them fuck n***as
We get money, they just watching, tryna clone a n***a
You heard I got them bands, now them n***as mad
Everytime I go re-up, I spend a hundred cash
You say you getting money, where your fucking bands?
BMG, we stack them bricks, and remix all the bags
Say you getting money, I ain't seen nothing
Brand new Giuseppes, cost 1100
[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Freeband Gang, Black Migo, we got all the packs
Cheep bricks, cheep bails, recipes and all that
If you ain't got your own money, bitch, you need to fall back
Street n***a snitching on the low, what we call that?
You a fuck n***a
You a fuck n***a
You a fuck n***a
You a fuck n***a
You say you the man, but ain't got a band
You a fuck n***a
I done did the math

[Verse 2: Maceo]
If a n***a with me, real bosses, and they getting money
Lotta n***as talk and look, but really, they ain't doing nothing
Pulling up in foreign whips, all my young n***as stunting
All your n***as starving, they can't wait just to take something
Freeband Gang, spend money like we growing trees
Sign for a hundred thousand, boy, it ain't shit to me
Still got trap houses, shop with us in Mexico
We ain't never running out, Migo [?]
Real dope boy, I can teach you how to get it
I'm the man in the city, I just spent a quarter ticket
And this shit ain't really nothing, street n***a came from nothing
But a dollar and a dream, but I turned that shit into something
[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Freeband Gang, Black Migo, we got all the packs
Cheep bricks, cheep bails, recipes and all that
If you ain't got your own money, bitch, you need to fall back
Street n***a snitching on the low, what we call that?
You a fuck n***a
You a fuck n***a
You a fuck n***a
You a fuck n***a
You say you the man, but ain't got a band
You a fuck n***a
I done did the math