[Verse 1: King Joe]
Rich n***a, Benz woodgrain gripper
Bumpin' Jigga, thinkin' I can do it bigger
Money counter, digi' scales and vaccum sealers
Wet paint, she can touch up her concealer
Car got a glass roof like an atrium
When it's lit, your family think that you an ATM
Presidential rollies let you know I'm makin' it
Hoes know they with a goat like a Haitian man
I just need some tax loopholes
The real thing, you n***as mad I'm too sauced
I had this shit mapped up
Top off in the coupe, hoes lapped up
From the Benz to the plane to the black truck
Racing fuel in the coupe since you gassed up

[Verse 2: Premo Rice]
Yeah, I'm too hot (I'm too what?)
I'm too hot to handle, bitch go get my knot (Get my knot)
Fuckin' right (Fuckin' right)
I'm so cold I tell that bitch I'm spittin' ice (Spittin' ice)
Thirty-below I'm Frosty P, I like 'em snow (I like 'em snow)
I like 'em sharp, I like 'em thick, they trained to go (They trained to go)
I like 'em right, they put they life up on the line (Up on the line)
I like 'em thurl, bitches dedicate they time (Okay, okay)
I'm checkin' bitches like the mail (Yeah)
Juugin' clientele, makin' plays like Randle El (Hey)
Countin' paper trail, all these hoes I'm trying to sell
Gettin' it while it's great (Yeah), gettin' it while it's- uh
Get the bitch to pay her way (Yeah)
Check this Cuban link (Link), weigh 'bout thirty grams (Damn)
And I got the bitch (Bitch), toss me thirty bands (Damn)
This shit debonair (Yeah), Gucci Dapper Dan (Damn)
Your shit out the way (Yeah), my shit in demand (Uh)
P ain't come to play