[Intro]
“Ayy’
Cicero on the beat
808 Mafia

[Chorus: Z Money]
Get the dope and run it like Z Money play with Redskins
If he short on money than lil bro he knock his head in
You ain’t gotta front me I be picking up the backend
Fucking on his bitch go hit the door I bring the racks in
Good coke straight out the bowl I just taxed him
These diamonds choke ring cost his home wrist a mansion
Standing in the kitchen used to trapping hella handsome
Wrapping plastic hot will leave an ugly junkie dancing

[Verse: Beanie]
Ay I’m smoking on this loud higher than fucking clouds
Ran up a fucking check in Neiman without a doubt
Sipping on that act hoe relax hoe
Cuz if you screaming I’m boutta snap got the gat up in my lap
They be like “ooooh lil beanie bah u the man” I been popping all these bands I’m throwing up 40 grand
Got my ice up out in India bitches they getting sick of ya cuz all these people tired of hearing about Bacteria
Cuz I been flipping water whipping the kitchen I’m cooking chickens
In the Bentley I been sitting lil bitty she think I’m pimping
All this ice man it be hitting the water I’m going fishing
Now yo wifey in my pool with no clothes on she skinny-dipping
Better not be on that fuck shit MacDaddy smash yo head in
I might take some Percocet that shit that make yo head spin
Get the dope and run it like I’m playing for the redskins
If I see you in my hood homies will knock yo head in
[Chorus: Z Money]
Get the dope and run it like Z Money play with Redskins
If he short on money than lil bro he knock his head in
You ain’t gotta front me I be picking up the backend
Fucking on his bitch go hit the door I bring the racks in
Good coke straight out the bowl I just taxed him
These diamonds choke ring cost his home wrist a mansion
Standing in the kitchen used to trapping hella handsome
Wrapping plastic hot will leave an ugly junkie dancing

[Verse: Beanie]
Man I’m stacking up my rack aids cuz I’m all about my Guap
In the trap with Z Money we boutta take over the spot
If we think you boutta plot red beam up on the Glock
Yeah u ain’t about that action when we pull up we sending
Dead shots
Hop up in a foreign 2 shooters be shooting headshots
Pull up with extendo clips .223 with the red dots
All of my jewelry came from bed rocks
How you talk to me and think that this a fuckin Ted talk?
Like damn they really be out here trippin
You ain’t ever seen a chicken flip or fly right out the kitchen
Say you trappin who you kidding balling hard just flipped a brick and you ain’t ever seen a kitten put 40 up on a pigeon I ain’t trippin
Like pull up pull up I know you want action
Run thru the clip you ain’t ready for the static
I got choppers on the line fully loaded automatic
I got better things to do yea you can hate but I ain’t cappin
[Chorus: Z Money]
Get the dope and run it like Z Money play with Redskins
If he short on money than lil bro he knock his head in
You ain’t gotta front me I be picking up the backend
Fucking on his bitch go hit the door I bring the racks in
Good coke straight out the bowl I just taxed him
These diamonds choke ring cost his home wrist a mansion
Standing in the kitchen used to trapping hella handsome
Wrapping plastic hot will leave an ugly junkie dancing