[Verse 1: Chris Travis]
All I think about is cash, all I think about is cash
If a n***a fuck up my dough then that's gon' be his ass
All I think about is cash, all I think about is cash
If a n***a fuck up my dough then that's gon' be his ass
All I think about is money, you pussies can't take nothing from me
I'm working it up and I'm hustling the chart
Keep playing, my n***as busting, no talk, no discussion
We get bricks for all our brothers, black or white or any color
Fucked n***as be talking down, but real n***as gon' stay around
Fucked my first bitch at the playground
After that damn day I don't play around
You wanna stand up? You get lay down
Wanna man up? You get K'd down
All my hoes gon' stay around cause they know lay the smack down
Light n***a 'bout to fall, tell your bitch, that's your loss
N***a it ain't my fault, that's your bitch, she touched the wall
And [?]
I buy this bitch, n***a what's the cause?
Get money, but sometimes I floss just to show y'all that is easy off
Some n***as gon' hate, some n***as gon' relate
Some bitches gon' fake, and some bitches gon' be with fake
Some n***as gon' hate, some n***as gon' relate
Some bitches gon' be fake, and some bitches gon' be with fake

[Verse 2: Smug Mang]
Gone off them Xannies, live on Xanax Planet
Rainbow colors, I got plenty
Smug and Travis just jammin'
Being sober? I ain't having, all about my cabbage
So I been Smugging, so I been sipping
Lot of drugs, think I'm tripping
Smoked a 1000 blunts in one minute
Pour that codeine in my mouth fucking minute
In the studio always try'na get it
Smug Life, are you motherfucking with it?
All about my business
You ain't talking money homie you can leave
Since day one I been M.O.B., been M.O.B
It's Sasne where I be, it's Sasne where I be
Smug Mang who is he? Smug Mang who the fuck is he?
Lean sipper, rap game Jack Ripper, Xan sniffer
They definitely done got to me
So it's seals to the perm' asleep, it's Xans to the perm' asleep
Xans and I'm perm' asleep
Xans got to me