[Chorus: Jody Breeze & OJ da Juiceman]
We talking more money, bankrolls
No time for them, nope, stank hoes
Oh no
6 rings, cuh
MJ shit, when I got my rings on
23s chrome, fresh paint job
Got a Tec-9, so you can't rob
Oh it's halftime, we at a hundred points
Loud kush [?]

[Verse 1: OJ da Juiceman]
MJ time, yeah I'm flexin
6 rings on, with a Smith and Wesson
[?] question
Purp got me throwed, boy I'm talking Dallas Texas
Right hand 3 rings, left hand same thing
[?] pockets and my Gucci bag same thing
[?] my chain, my diamonds [?]
[?] quarter [?]
3rd quarter in the game, man I'm down a couple points
Million dollar shawty, kush buds in my [?]
Pull up to the club, my pockets like Professor Clump
Young Juiceman, [?]

[Chorus: Jody Breeze & OJ da Juiceman]
We talking more money, bankrolls
No time for them, nope, stank hoes
Oh no
6 rings, cuh
MJ shit, when I got my rings on
23s chrome, fresh paint job
Got a Tec-9, so you can't rob
Oh it's halftime, we at a hundred points
Loud kush [?]
[Verse 2: Jody Breeze]
36 ounces, saran wrap, ready to roll
Time to put the trap back on the road
I do this, who this?
Mr. Back In Control
Still strapped, cocked back, and unload
Watch your mouth, sucker
[?] I'm hopping out [?] bust
[?] I'm hopping off busses
Touring foreign countries
And what I'm smoking got me unconscious
Bitch that look something like Lauren London
That's that new new new
[?] frosted flakes, stunting on you fruit loops
Two straps, new coupe
Paint job, Su-Wu
Back up in the trap again, hollering, "What it do, fools"?
You haters better vacate the premises
Me and OJ, we in the kitchen doing chemistry
Couple ounces of powder, with baking soda, mixin' it
Yeah shawty, whippin' it, whippin' it
Hit the block, flippin' it

[Chorus: Jody Breeze & OJ da Juiceman]
We talking more money, bankrolls
No time for them, nope, stank hoes
Oh no
6 rings, cuh
MJ shit, when I got my rings on
23s chrome, fresh paint job
Got a Tec-9, so you can't rob
Oh it's halftime, we at a hundred points
Loud kush [?]