[Intro: Icewear Vezzo & DJ Drama]
Ain't no way around it
If you can look at a crew and you know who the boss is without looking, then you got, you got the wrong boss
You got the wrong boss
Yeah, he ain't thinking right, he ain't moving y'all right
When you look at me and my homies, you don't know who, who doing what
Right
When me and my, me and my homies go to the strip club and we run up a tab, they don't know who to give the bill to
That's a fact
(Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?)
Let's reminisce

[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo & DJ Drama]
'Member all the times (Yeah)
We was cuttin' shit to send it out of town, yeah (On the road)
Spot hot, gotta get it off the 'Hound (Greyhound)
Real street n***a (Yeah), hold it up, a hundred thousand on this crown (Hundred thousand on the crown, y'all remember?)
Reminiscin' 'bout the bad days
I was down on my ass until that bag came
Thirty-thousand-dollar plays, now we mad paid (Thirty bands, n***a)
Used to get it off the road, now this Rollie fully blown like it had AIDS (Vezzo)
Gettin' money, n***a, throw that shit (Throw it)
Bitches know who really up, these n***as know who's lit (IUR)
Ain't only rich on Instagram, we got ownership (Really havin')
Type of bag get a n***a and his brodie hit (Bah)
Two-forty on the wrist
Bought a condo out in Royal Oak (Royal Oak, what up, though?)
Vacheron Constantin, this ain't no Royal Oak (Big Ice)
Count a million up with Ki when we was on the boat (Kiki)
Offset Forgiats, put them bitches on a Cullinan, then she wanted Ghost (Skrrt)
[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, just thinkin' 'bout the bad days (Bad days)
I was down for a minute, then that bag came (What?)
Them hoes used to laugh at us, now we mad paid (Now we up)
I put F's on everything, I got bad grades (Forgiato)
Yeah, just thinkin' 'bout the bad days (Bad days)
I was down for a minute, then that bag came (Bag came)
Them hoes used to laugh at us, now we mad paid (Now we mad paid)
I can flex on a n***a, I got cash saved (Money, DJ Drama)

[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Million dollars cash, yeah, I stack different (Stack it)
Look like you got some money now, that's why you act different
Plus I live the shit I rap, yeah, my facts different (Really live it)
We just motivatin' (Huh)
Put a Rollie on each arm, gotta show [?][1:24]
[?] bring them toys out (Yeah)
You sellin' fetty in the hood, you know them boys on us
Made so much money in the O, they wanna boycott us
Five thousand every fit, bitch, I'm my own stylist (I'm my own stylist)
Realest n***as in this shit, yeah, we the last breed (We the last of 'em)
Stood on business in the feds, n***a, ask [?][1:35] (No cap)
I'm sellin' beans in the lake just like [?] (Rest in peace)
Watch so motherfuckin' froze, bitch, I can't see (I can't see)
N***as plottin' every day, so I can keep it on me (Fah)
Baby fin on my waist, look like a beeper on me (Beeper)
Fuckin' with that blood raw, now I got Jeezy money (That dog food)
N***a playin' with that pape', put the reaper on him
[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, just thinkin' 'bout the bad days (Bad days)
I was down for a minute, then that bag came (What?)
Them hoes used to laugh at us, now we mad paid (Now we up)
I put F's on everything, I got bad grades (Forgiato)
Yeah, just thinkin' 'bout the bad days (Bad days)
I was down for a minute, then that bag came (Bag came)
Them hoes used to laugh at us, now we mad paid (Now we mad paid)
I can flex on a n***a, I got cash saved (Money)

[Outro]
(Gangsta Grillz)
You know what I'm sayin'?
You would never, yeah
And, and, we got homies that ain't got nothing
But it don't look good
If I got five chains on, my homeboy got five chains on, everybody jeweled up
One of the homies, he, he ain't got no jewelry on, everybody pass him a chain
Everybody give him a hundred dollars
It's ten of us, he got a thousand dollars to go to the club with
And he ain't gon' play nothin'
So now he might lose some of his thousand dollars
He got kids, five hundred go to them, he just got blessed just comin' to the club