[Intro]
(David Wesson)
(Funk or Die)

[Verse 1: Visa]
Ayy, took a trip to the D, I flew first class
Before I left the house, I hit the Gucci store and blew a bag
Ten bands on me, that's a light trip
F&N give a n***a facelift
Hit Truth for the lamb chop with zip sauce
With this money, I'll get a n***a picked off (Picked off)
Ain't no questioning, I'm a big boss
You a small fry, n***a, I'm a big dawg

[Verse 2: Skinny T]
Ayy, ayy, n***as tryna clone me, bitches wanna own me
Tell them n***as if it's really beef, n***a get up on me
I used to hit the road by myself 'cause I ain't need nobody
Way back then up in Sac, I used to be with Avi
Ask that n***a Rick, that's my cousin, I used to be mobbin'
Ask bro, I always got the strap whеn I'm outside slidin'
And lil' bruh from the Rich, get out, thе suckers be hidin'
The hundred popper tops and the clip, we sending 'em flying

[Chorus: Toohda Band$]
This for the gangsters and the hustlers
If you got a Rollie on, n***a, hold it up
All we know is fast life, ain't no slowing up
My n***a pulled up with a brick, I told him pour me up
I'm getting topped by your shorty in the longest truck
Give a fuck 'bout what you talkin', n***a show me somethin'
Cuz flexed two-hundred thou', he really showed me somethin'
I told pops to hold yo' head, you got a Rollie coming
[Verse 3: Philthy Rich]
Look, I ain't never been booked for these VV's
My bitch got a million purses with all CC's
This for the gangsters and the hustlers, hold your Rollie up
A hundred FOD chains when we showing up
Five foreigns, each one, two-fifty or better
Got on five chains, that's two-fifty on my sweater
Fuck a bitch, I'm just tryna make my mama proud
So I went and spent a million on my mama house (Phil)

[Verse 4: Toohda Band$]
I remember kicking doors, bitch, we was in and out
N***a, we was hitting lean, it never been a drought
I'll get a n***a killed, you better watch your mouth
My n***as ready for whatever, they'll watch yo' house
Man, n***a, stop cappin', n***a, stop actin'
N***a said he with the shit until we caught that boy lackin'
And yo' bitch in the trap, vacuum sealed, she packin'
Police hit the lights, don't stop, keep smashing

[Chorus: Toohda Band$]
This for the gangsters and the hustlers
If you got a Rollie on, n***a, hold it up
All we know is fast life, ain't no slowing up
My n***a pulled up with a brick, I told him pour me up
I'm getting topped by your shorty in the longest truck
Give a fuck 'bout what you talkin', n***a show me somethin'
Cuz flexed two-hundred thou', he really showed me somethin'
I told pops to hold yo' head, you got a Rollie coming
[Verse 5: Lil Tray]
Keep blasting
This bitch want some dick, she keep asking
Slide up on a n***a quick with the MAC-10
I like to see that money flip, where the backends?
We tryna pop a n***a top out the black Benz
We pullin' off if we can't bring the straps in
Get on both sides of his whip, now he trapped in
Hard times, I was down bad tryna stack ten

[Verse 6: Lil Steve]
Hard times, I was down bad tryna stack ten
N***as really pussy, they actin'
I been in the stu' working, just rappin'
Nights callin' 'cause the trap been slappin'
I'm working on collecting the backend but right now I'm still trappin'
On the road, diamonds on my neck, tryna get a check
N***as hate I'm winning and I'm next
All that hating shit got his ass wet
I'm really 'bout a check
Young n***a tryna cop a 'Vette (Tryna cop a 'Vette)