[Intro]
KY engineerin'
Lil Donald
Yeah
Ayy you know what the fuck goin' on n***a
Yeah, woo

[Chorus]
Left pocket full of blue hundreds
You know what the fuck goin' on (hey)
N***a ain't gon' give you nothin'
You know what the fuck goin' on (you know it)
These hoes fuckin' for the money
You know what the fuck goin' on (you know it)
These n***as broke and they mad (they broke)
You know what the fuck goin' on (they mad)
You know what the fuck goin' on (okay)
All my weed be strong (that gas)
You know what the fuck goin' on (you know it)
All these hoes givin' me dome (serve)
You know what the fuck goin' on (you know it)
N***a really havin' them racks (them racks)
You know what the fuck goin' on (you know it)
N***a be flippin' them packs (Lil Donald)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'm havin' a lil paper now (I'm havin' it)
So I might be a lil cocky (lil cocky)
All these hoes shootin' shots, yeah (shootin')
But I know the bitch gon' block it (they blockin' it)
Let's talk about these broke n***as (no)
Nah, let's stay off that topic (stay off that)
I be really focused on my collard greens
But I ain't gon' squash it (fire)
I just be stackin' my dollars (stackin')
Nah I ain't talkin' 'bout ones (ain't talkin' 'bout)
I just be bustin' them nines (fire)
I ain't even talkin' 'bout guns (not a pistol)
I just be tellin' hoes ride (ride)
Nah I ain't talkin' 'bout cars (skrrt)
Weed got me on a different planet (oh shit)
Nah I ain't talkin' bout Mars (ayy)
N***a used to door lock (door lock)
Now I got all hundreds in the shoebox (big racks)
In theEast Atlanta like Guwop (East Atlanta)
Bitch just suck it 'til I say stop (suck it)
And I don't even fuck with y'all n***as (I don't with y'all)
So you can stop callin' my phone (don't call me bro)
When I see you I'ma slap you (slap you)
You know what the fuck goin' on (you know what the fuck goin' on), yeah
[Chorus]
Left pocket full of blue hundreds
You know what the fuck goin' on (hey)
N***a ain't gon' give you nothin'
You know what the fuck goin' on (you know it)
These hoes fuckin' for the money
You know what the fuck goin' on (you know it)
These n***as broke and they mad (they broke)
You know what the fuck goin' on (they mad)
You know what the fuck goin' on (okay)
All my weed be strong (that gas)
You know what the fuck goin' on (you know it)
All these hoes givin' me dome (serve)
You know what the fuck goin' on (you know it)
N***a really havin' them racks (them racks)
You know what the fuck goin' on (you know it)
N***a be flippin' them packs (Lil Donald)

[Verse 2]
I'm stackin' the game with some animals, call it Jumanji
I'm tryna fuck on that bitch, miss me with all of that hunchin'
N***a try me, I'ma punch him
N***a try me, I'ma lunch him
Off, just like a rocket, uh
Hundreds be all in my pocket, yeah
Need me a Keisha off Belly, uh
Tryna put somethin' in the Bentley
Brother got food in the ceiling
If he had bail I would bail him
I got them packs, I'ma mail 'em
Girl if I fuck I won't tell 'em
I got her main n***a jealous
I nut in her mouth 'cause I'm petty
These bitches beggin' and broke, you know what the fuck goin' on
N***a this gas I smoke, you know what the fuck goin' on
You ain't talkin 'bout no bags, please don't my phone
I don't pull up for no grams, you know what the goin' on
[Chorus]
Left pocket full of blue hundreds
You know what the fuck goin' on (hey)
N***a ain't gon' give you nothin'
You know what the fuck goin' on (you know it)
These hoes fuckin' for the money
You know what the fuck goin' on (you know it)
These n***as broke and they mad (they broke)
You know what the fuck goin' on (they mad)
You know what the fuck goin' on (okay)
All my weed be strong (that gas)
You know what the fuck goin' on (you know it)
All these hoes givin' me dome (serve)
You know what the fuck goin' on (you know it)
N***a really havin' them racks (them racks)
You know what the fuck goin' on (you know it)
N***a be flippin' them packs (Lil Donald)