[Intro: Philthy Rich]
Why y'all mad? 'Cause y'all ain't got no motion
Why y'all mad? Y'all ain't got no motion
(Funk or Die)
(Blame it on Monstah)
Look

[Verse 1: Philthy Rich]
Baguetties in the Rollie, emeralds in the piece
Emeralds in the Rollie, baguetties in the piece
Two chains, two Rollies, a hundred thou' a piece
Bentayga, Cullinan, four hundred thousand each
We them n***as in the city who really havin' motion
He don't want a problem, he really want promotion
Sparkles on the bottles, bad bitches toastin'
Fuckin' all these models, make sure you wear a Trojan
Swear to God I never gave Gary a twenty
Past couple months, I gave him one-twenty
I bet the house on Skinny, Toohda, Killa, and Bang
If the tables was turned, I know they'd do the same
28, 59, Six-Deuce, 85th
The hottest n***as out of Oakland, how they ain't make the list?
I kept my promise when I told 'em I'ma make 'em rich
As long as they know no reward without the risk

[Verse 2: Dolla Dame]
Yeah, I told Philthy I'd risk it all
These two trophies on my wrist look like a sixty-ball
All these diamonds 'round my neck another sixty-ball
I'm at the table with these bosses, I can't sit with y'all
Yeah, tell them n***as they can't sit with me
Fuck all this rappin', I was trappin', I looked up to Keith
I bought a zip, then bought a brick 'cause I looked up to Meech
I'm from the Green, but I could bust a knock way down on Peach
Yeah, it's Main Street until the death of me my lifestyle
Money, guns, and ecstasy, my life wild
Pretty broads invest in me, she just want what's best for me
I earn stripes, I feel like a referee
I give y'all what's left of me, steppers standin' next to me
She ever said that she was mine, then you know she had check for me
N***as lil' motion ain't no motion standin' next to me
N***as lil' motion ain't no motion standin' next to me, n***a
[Verse 3: Skinny T]
I feel like Mike when I got the hammer on
I pop a Perc' and turn all the way up, n***a, I'm in ready mode
N***as still playin' on the 'net, these n***as hella bold
When me and Steve was posted at the store, we was gettin' hella gone
I got some n***as posted in the Mil', they gettin' fetty gone
I turn to Popeye when I pop a Perc', n***a, I'm hella strong
I told the bitch I'm on the way, but I ain't comin' home
I smoke a blunt, then smoke another blunt, I'm in another zone, for real
'Cause we them n***as that can't be fucked with
All these chains on and Rollies on, shit, I don't trust shit
If the bitch don't do what I say, she gettin' cut quick
N***as die playin' on the 'net, he sayin' dumb shit
I lost it all and got it right back, I ran it up quick
You ain't never made twenty thousand all off one bitch
Shit, I made twenty thousand all off one trip
I walk around with two watches on, these n***as think I'm rich

[Verse 4: Toohda Band$]
Yeah, Rollie on my wrist, bitch, this a 41
My Cartier tricolored, thirties in the buff
These ain't baguetties on my chain, n***a, these emerald cut
I was drinkin' too much lean, I had to kick the cup
I went from sleepin' on the floor, now I'm condo shoppin'
We caught them cases in the field 'cause we ain't have no options
My young n***as carry switches, they don't do no boxin'
They know my name in Neiman Marcus, I used to window shop it
I had to switch my lifestyle 'cause I was livin' wild
My granny told me keep it up, wish she could see me now
They was speakin' down, bitch, I made a hundred off of rap alone
Dior fragrance with the Cookie smoke, this my new cologne
And you ain't got no motion, you need to tell that boy to put you on
A hundred zones, I could get that package and get that shit gone
I quit the lean, I'm poppin' rose bottles, I can't do Patrón
And I can't wait to touch a mil' to put my troopers on
[Verse 5: JUST BANG]
What a champ here
I've been fightin' off demons, n***a, since last year
I been fuckin' this Cancer bitch so long, she had to get a pap smear
N***as killed Eli, then got smoked, we gon' make that clear
N***as wanna pimp bitches and kiss hoes, I don't think that's fair
Thirty thousand for the wristwatch, twenty more off of TikTok
Been havin' motion, you ain't havin' motion, fuck around and get your bitch knocked
Your Rollie lookin' like sheetrocks, mine lookin' like peacocks
Y'all ain't seen a n***a drop an album this hard, n***a, since Hancock
I was in the kitchen double whippin', tryna turn Spam to a ham hock
He ain't havin' motion, why he tellin' people Phil ain't tryna let the man drop?
Should've stood strong on your contract
Can't see far, use contacts
Should've stayed loyal, should've stayed focused
Should've saved money, should've tried that
We a hundred deep in the club, n***as don't even know where the line at
Pourin' out green, lookin' at the baby bottle like, "Where the line at?"
N***as tryna say we took twenty thousand from a n***a, come and find that
The truth in your contract, n***a, if you ain't like it, why you go and sign that? It's Bang, n***a

[Verse 6: YOUNG JR]
Look
I got bricks, y'all, every n***a with me a big dog, look
All this money on me, got these n***as mad at me, pissed off, look
Foreign whip, dog
Big wheels sit tall, look
And a foreign bitch, dog, look
State-to-state shit, gon' run it up, run it back, real shit, y'all
Money motivated, FOD, yeah, I'm him, dog
Yeah, I earned me a check
Me and bro in a whip, swerve to the neck
These real D's, got birds on my neck
Yeah, they heard where I is, yeah, they heard what I rep, like look
I got the bop on perfection
So many bitches got opps in selections, look
So stop all that pressin', don't answer it, n***a, so stop all the questions, look
I know boys wanna snake me, a vest on my chest, yeah, I got my protection, look
And they know what I do, yeah, I be where I be, I ain't got to do extra, look
And I stay on my ten, I don't say it again, play with us, we'll stretch 'em, look
Big Phil ridin' 'round in the Ghost, yeah, he gon' blow, we steppin', look
Goddamn
Hot boy, yeah, I got the hot hand
Beat the streets up, soundin' like pots, pans
Yeah, I got dough, yeah, they know I got bands, I do it, look
[Verse 7: Killa Fonte]
If you too scared to take that risk, you won't see no reward
I put in work to get these chains, ain't have to kick a door
We know these n***as talkin' 'bout us, but these n***as scary
From 85th with a billboard on top of Seminary
Phil, we havin' too much motion, they can't stop this
I told my ready scoot on over, yeah, I got this
Yeah, we gon' fuck they heads up soon as we drop this
Fonte piece flooded, I was in prison when I got this
Where the fuck these n***as from? Who let these n***as come around?
Now they ain't gon' get the picture 'til you knock 'em off the mound
We wasn't always at the top, we got this shit up off the ground
They was diggin' through the rough and I'm the diamond that they found
I know my mom dependin' on me, it's my job to make her proud
Known to do my own thing, I stay secluded from the crowds
Put this heater to his face, somebody get that boy a shroud
And all this motherfuckin' motion got these bitches goin' wild