[Hook x2]
I'm on the lurk for the work, I ain't looking for no hoes
Got my main bitch with me, keep the strap in extra clothes
I ain't tryna' have your biddies, but this where you don't belong
And if you ain't got that money, bitch send your ass home

[Verse 1]
All my n***as love money and that's all that I condone
All my bitches love me, so n***as leave me alone
All these broke n***as hating, while it's all on me
Guess they mad cause my dick poke they bitch ovaries
I ain't fucking with the gov', they can't get a hold of me
I be posted underground, serving on the lowkey
Coming straight out of Memphis, smoking Cali O.G
N***as always assume, but they don't really know me
Twenty racks on the show, and I put that on me
I ain't going through discussion, consult my brodies
Tattoos on my wrist, fuck a damn Rollie'
I don't need to know the time, cause I sip it slowly
Bitch it's time for the money, every second of my life
Thanking god everyday, cause I know I ain't living right
But I gotta feed the fam', so I sin through the night
Bagging all these damn grams, watching all soldier's sight
Bumping G shit, looking good, feeling right
Let your bitch suck me up, man I call her parasite
Ever since the damn day, she been calling left and right
Chris motherfucking Travis, take your bitch on the bite
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Five grams in the blunt, fuck it, roll the quarter
I'm tryna' get high, I got anxiety disorder
N***as fucking tripping, I'mma have to place they order
And that's word to Lil B, Chef Boil-your-ass-in-water
Fuck you n***as saying, boy I'm something like a Carter
I'm a motherfucking beast, boy that's something you can't bother
You can play hard, but bitch I'mma play smarter
That cigar in my mouth, Chris Travis the godfather
Man I got these bitches hot, every time they hear my voice
Plant a seed in her mouth, and leave her pussy wet and moist
Take my bitch out on the job, we call that a decoy
She gon' be your red distraction while we take your cheese boy
Then after you fuck, best believe she flee boy
You should not trust a ho with twenty inch weave boy
Chris motherfucking Travis, he a clever thief boy
And these n***as wanna invest, but my thoughts ain't cheap boy