[Intro: Duffy]
(Hey Sauce, what you on?)
Get dough, shit
Talk a lot
Shit

[Chorus: Duffy]
I get dough, press buttons, I don't really talk a lot
I hop in and out of different foreigns, used to walk a lot
No, you cannot taste what's in my cup 'cause this shit cost a lot
If you don't know the truth by now, then it ain't shit to talk about
He don't know 'bout OTM? Shit, we get kind of extra'ed out
Came in the game trim, was ballin' in, we ballin' out
See his whip, air it out, broke down a dweeb, just got out
What's up in your double cup? If it ain't muddy, shit, pour it out

[Verse 1: Duffy]
These n***as love to run they mouth, shit, go ahead, we run up chips
You're a ho, I need a ten to lock it in, and ain't no lockin' lips
Don't start on shit 'cause I got blicky comin' off the hip
Talkin' 'bout spendin'? Mention OTM 'cause we the ones that did
Mr. Dribble on 'Em with Extentions, ain't no sockin' this
Rami bust the Carti, I can't even see what time it is
Worried 'bout no n***a poppin' it 'cause we've been poppin' shit
You could tell I spent an awful lot of chip the way my diamonds hit
Icy, heart Chrome, I turn blocks to chalk zones
Might OD bro this lil DJ if he play the wrong song
Ball hard as Jim Jones, and I don't got no Timbs on
Baby, these is Rick Owens, they is not no Retros
[Chorus: Duffy]
I get dough, press buttons, I don't really talk a lot
I hop in and out of different foreigns, used to walk a lot
No, you cannot taste what's in my cup 'cause this shit cost a lot
If you don't know the truth by now, then it ain't shit to talk about
He don't know 'bout OTM? Shit, we get kind of extra'ed out
Came in the game trim, was ballin' in, we ballin' out
See his whip, air it out, broke down a dweeb, just got out
What's up in your double cup? If it ain't muddy, shit, pour it out

[Verse 2: Blue Pesos]
Double park in front, I don't even need a parking spot
Slit both my wrists and held the left one with a Carti watch
He tried to beef with us and we turned him into chopped cheese
Get your mans some help, he lookin' bad, he steady sippin' green
Piece on Ben & Jerrys, we don't do the ten-carat
Thousand-dollar kicks, but I'm still a pro I hip fences
You can't afford her, lil' bro, she's just too expensive
Guarantee you won't prosper tryna go against me
P always down to go to war, so I keep extensions
No stocks, long mops, that n***a P be so picky
You with the oinkers, I ain't got a word for Chief Wiggims
You ain't a thug, you a coward, but you could keep attention

[Chorus: Duffy]
I get dough, I press buttons, I don't really talk a lot
I hop in and out of different foreigns, used to walk a lot
Yeah, what's in my cup, this shit cost a lot
If you don't know the truth by now, then it ain't shit to talk about, n***a
[Outro]
Fuck goin' on, n***a?
N***a got it Off The Mussle