[Verse 1: MondreM.A.N]
Look, look
Yo, times like this I need hash in the blunt
Getting dressed off a tip, a blue dolphin in the water
Getting swoop from your daughter, I keep calling her mami
Getting lost in my time around some mountains you find me
Last night got it in with the MOB: Hus, Joe Blow
Rob Lo, lot of game so, taking sips
Of this Bellvie only to this jet row
Man that n***a there go, with the yates in my wrist game and ?

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Wet like juice, you know how we do, bad bitch, she the truth
Show her to the crew, getting money times 2
Streets don’t love you, streets don’t love you
But when we come through they say we got that yay
We do it for the bay
They say we got that yay

[Verse 2: Squadda B]
I’ve been on this shit since the sun rise
Book us for a show I bet we come high come fly
Never been on TV, she says there go that one guy
I’m there with your bitch, so broke that I wanna cry, never wanna die
I just step my game up, the way I do my business, fuck my fame up
Keep a goon in reach but I'm my own son
Made my own lane on my own son
Same street still where I growed up, real n***a, pour up

[Verse 3: DaVinci]
You know what we do it for, you know what I’m shooting for
Street keep asking, waiting for my crew to blow
Thoroughbred, th-th-thoroughbred
I'mma beast, I be wylin', If I’m lying then I’m flying
Knock hoes, we ain’t trying, Just did a show
On the block, had the whole motherfucking thang rocking
Me and Main Attrakionz, them my n***as for real
And the streets won’t sleep 'till you give us a deal, you hear?
It's so real though
What I represent? this is Fillmoe
Stomach still roaring, feet to the floor and
All I do is chase bank, JP Morgan
Used to get it quick chopping bricks like a foreman
Get a pack, run it back like Frank Gore man...
Here’s to capital D
If you ain’ talking money you ain’t yapping at me

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