[Verse 1: Shofu]
40 on my hip, I got shooters you will never miss
I just seen your chick, and her booty looking kinda thick
She fuckin' with the gang, tell my n***as run a train
Send her back the way she came and imma act like I don't know the bitch
Scoping out of my city, ay
Bad bitch with big titties, ay
Ask her ass if she with it
Then get all up in her kidneys, ay
I'm just talking my shit n***a, I'm finna blow in a minute
If you n***as ain't talking money imma just keep minding my buisness
I've got a money stack in my vision
I've got a hundred packs in my kitchen
Movin' that weight on every occasion
Sixteen hours imma be whipping
I need every cent, I need every dollar
Born cryin', I've been a baller
Pay your tab in full or we gon' pay your ass a visit n***a
Run up on your momma with that thirty-shot extension n***a
I do what I want cause all my goons gon' go to prison n***a (Goons!)
All these fans I got up in my true religion
Gettin' to the money fast we gon' break the laws of physics bitch
I wanna be filthy rich, uzi with extended clips
You don't get the picture we gon' mail your ass the images
Don't matter who you came in with, it don't make no difference
Anyone can get it by the bar the shots unlimited
Heavy in this bitch, you n***as lighter than a cigarette
Sicker than a bitch, it's gon' be hard to find when ill in it
[Verse 2: Tanukes]
Lemme tell 'em
Lemme tell 'em
Lemme tell 'em
Call your boy Peter Parker, upside-down drinking liquor
I'm a king on the web, Mary Jane in my swisher
You ain't think for yourself, you be askin' the conch
So many diamonds to count on my watch
I see ya smile I'm slappin' it off
All of you soft, and we smackin' the press
I got the bulletproof strapped to my chest
I be the leader, you average at best
Look, you gon' get the gat
If you snitchin' in fact, man I got the grip packed
And the whips in the bag then we Grat-tat-tat-ta
We gon' leave you for dead and we ain't coming back
Bitch sayonara, get out of my space
Give you the boot to the face
That be a super kick, homie this blunt here is super kicked
Pass the ash tray and a Gatorade, imma go get me some food and shit
Bitch suck my dick when I'm in a bad mood and shit
Get the fuck outta my face
Get the fuck outta my face

[Verse 3: 2Sharp]
Lemme get 'em
Lemme get 'em
Lemme get 'em
Lemme get 'em
I sit down with my team, hella money in my jeans
Booty bustin' out the seams, get that dick up in her spleen
Says she like me for the dough, I only like her for the blow
I dick her down I'm with my bros, and when we bounce we gotta go
Back to gettin' this money, pockets all teletubby
[Kelly swipe?] bitches love me, stacking bread, you full crumby
Say I'm lookin' like buddha, cause a bitch tryna rub me
Hol' up lemme get that back (ay get these n***as)
Yea I'm lookin' like buddha
Disturbing the peace, now I'm feeling like ludda
That pussy is moist and I dive in, no scuba
I'm shootin' a soldier [must keep?] get some troopers
You talkin' that shit, you got bitches with rugas
Gon' put holes in your body, you sponge but no loofa
Ain't no one taking my crown, look at me, fuck with me now
Your baby she eyein' me down, please do not keep her around
She better not make an advance, or she gon' be switchin' up plans
I gave all you n***as a chance, but fuck it you catching these hands
Bow-Bow, two to your face, felt like you got hit by a car
Bow-Bow, from two of my n***as, I bet now you know who we are
Bow-Bow, from two of your homies to let the squad know where you are
Bow-Bow, two from my Glock, now you've just seen a shooting star
[Verse 4: TokenBlackYGOGuy]
I hate all you n***as so you know that I don't give a fuck
And my clip extends, lets just say my dick is big enough
I could take the money that I made today and rip it up
Just to make it back, bitch I'm always gon' be rich as fuck
N***as asking questions, I'm from Texas n***a what it do
Real recognize real shit, who the fuck are you
I feel like Rick Barry Warriors in my disposal when I got so many shooters, but I don't know who I want to shoot
Bow, bitch get up off my fucking wave
I got sneakers with me that I'm taking to the fucking grave
When I started all you did was throw that fucking shade
Now you say I'm lucky, bitch, I'm working like a fucking slave
All about a fucking check, pencil to your fucking neck
Yo girl say she know me well I don't know where the fuck we met
I don't know you bitch, and I'm higher than my fucking debt
Fuck with me you can get smoked, that's a cigarette
Wait, wait get smoked that's a cigarette
I get all these bitches wet, all these bitches get me [mad?]
If a n***as fucking with me now, I can make him die
Bitch I'm still the truth, still the truth, I can make him lie
Six feet deep in the ground, I can make him lie
They don't need no new Jordan shoes, I'm gon' make 'em fly
Bitch