[Intro]
(Smoov, what's good, baby?)

[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
I make shit for n***as gettin' money, this ain't no party music
Gang and them trilled to go slidin', who car we usin'?
Everything the Plug drop is hot, I make arson music
I'll put a beam on a n***a head, give him the mark of Buddah
I make shit for n***as gettin' money, this ain't no party music
Gang and them trilled to go slidin', who car we usin'?
Everything the Plug drop is hot, I make arson music
I'll put a beam on a n***a head, give him the mark of Buddah

[Verse 1: Ralfy the Plug]
The Stinc team be really gettin' money, this is not a losin'
Bitch, I like head and bread so it's no confusion
I know you gave her money for some pussy 'cause she gave it to mе
Chains swangin', hoppin' out of spaceships nothin' major to me
Make surе to keep the camera on, it's gon' be a major movie
Nah, I don't want no pussy from you, bitch, you can save them cooties
Late night with a can of Ruger got me feelin' like Freddy Kreuger
It's a street n***a in the jungle, tryna find me a famous cougar
N***as lyin', talkin' 'bout they knock my teeth out, that's a famous rule
All the homies had a session with your bitch, she's a famous tutor
I'm probably cool to listen to all my songs 'cause there ain't no bloopers
How the Plug get some money from your bitch and she ain't no chooser?
Put a hole in a n***a head, give him the mark of Buddah
Diamonds breakdancin', Mr. Whiskers and my buddah
This ain't for shakin' ass, this is for you to get your moolah
I ain't goin' back and forth for no opp, who car we usin'? The Plug
[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
I make shit for n***as gettin' money, this ain't no party music
Gang and them trilled to go slidin', who car we usin'?
Everything the Plug drop is hot, I make arson music
I'll put a beam on a n***a head, give him the mark of Buddah
I make shit for n***as gettin' money, this ain't no party music
Gang and them trilled to go slidin', who car we usin'?
Everything the Plug drop is hot, I make arson music
I'll put a beam on a n***a head, give him the mark of Buddah

[Verse 2: Drakeo the Ruler]
Any n***a go against the team gon' be target practice
I hit him with the erk and jerk, he's a party [?]
[?] his brains, that'll boost your lil' name so I charged the shooter
Maniac, don't got it all, I'm partially stupid
These drums and bass that I bought made the party scramble
Banana clips in my fist, thought he saw chimpanzees
It get hot in Hell's kitchen, she call up Ramsay
Wonton chopsticks like it's Kung Fu Panda
If we hoopin', I'll be shootin' all month like it's March Madness
It was a joke when he died but I'm not laughin'
He had a stick, I had a drum, guess I shot faster
Left cancer holes in his throat, they like "Stop lastin'"
The car dragged him, it's tragic, it's cop sirens
He always keep a street sweep, why is mops by him?
These n***as police, lil' jabronies
He smelled what the rock cookin', I'm a stoney, n***a
[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
I make shit for n***as gettin' money, this ain't no party music
Gang and them trilled to go slidin', who car we usin'?
Everything the Plug drop is hot, I make arson music
I'll put a beam on a n***a head, give him the mark of Buddah
I make shit for n***as gettin' money, this ain't no party music
Gang and them trilled to go slidin', who car we usin'?
Everything the Plug drop is hot, I make arson music
I'll put a beam on a n***a head, give him the mark of Buddah

[Verse 3: Ralfy the Plug]
They like, "Ralfy be smokin' gas, no, that n***a pooted"
What you thought, the Plug was goin' broke? You must be stupid
How you ever expect to get a win? Your gang is losers
They like, "The Plug flow hot, he make arson music"
This the type of shit you cut in the car when the gang is troopin'
Everybody know the Plug was up gettin' money before the roosters
You don't want me, bitch, I'm for the birds and that pussy cockadoo
If it's beef then gang and them bringin' shells like taco Tuesday
Bum bitch, better not play with me, I'm not in the mood today
I'm only open up to gettin' money, ain't no room for changin'
I got mob ties, get you whacked, I'm a funeral arranger
Money and drugs the only thing make your bitch get in the coupe with a stranger
She don't want no pipsqueak, she like hangin' 'round dangerous n***as
I was a Billy badass, I was the type of n***a late to detention
You was thuggin' in the suburbs, them ain't the trenches
He got his money tooken, heartbroke, puttin' his faith in them bitches
[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
I make shit for n***as gettin' money, this ain't no party music
Gang and them trilled to go slidin', who car we usin'?
Everything the Plug drop is hot, I make arson music
I'll put a beam on a n***a head, give him the mark of Buddah
I make shit for n***as gettin' money, this ain't no party music
Gang and them trilled to go slidin', who car we usin'?
Everything the Plug drop is hot, I make arson music
I'll put a beam on a n***a head, give him the mark of Buddah