[Intro: 1300SAINT & Nine Vicious]
Pushing more peter, tah
What he said?
Ha, completer, haha, sweeter lil' bitch, haha, ha
Yeah, yeah-yeah
(Project, Project, Project)
Say what?
Yeah (What?)
Yeah, mh-mhm (Lil' bitch)
Yeah, mh-mhm
Yeah, mh-mhm (Slatt)
Mh-mhm (Slatt)
Mh-mhm, YSL

[Chorus: 1300SAINT]
Yeah, I got rich to pop it, no cap (Yeah)
Money ain't a problem, no cap (No)
Ridin' through Atlanta, I'm strapped (Yo)
Taught my youngin' how to flip a pack (Yeah)
He ain't finna pop it, he ain't ready
Most the time my eyes really red
I'm high out my mind and you can tell it (Yeah)
Ain't shit a fuck n***a ever could tell me, I'm up

[Verse 1: 1300SAINT]
Got some more digits I'm up (On God, on God), yeah, yeah
I slap that ho on hеr butt, bitch I'm tryna fill this shit up (Oh yeah, oh yeah), yeah, yеah
Money inside these bags, and hop out a Bentley truck, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I'm nun' like yo' last n***a, don't try to mix me up, yeah, yeah
I'm poppin' these muh' fuckin' tags, I'm poppin' this shit, yeah (I'm poppin', I'm poppin')
My new bitch did her body and shit, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
I'm blowin' these racks like a hobby lil' bitch' yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
My lil' n***a be wildin', put a bag on top of yo' head yeah, yeah (Put a bag on top of yo' head, who knew?)
[Chorus: 1300SAINT]
Yeah, I got rich to pop it, no cap
Money ain't a problem, no cap
Ridin' through Atlanta, I'm strapped (Yeah)
Taught my youngin' how to flip a pack (Yeah)
He ain't finna pop it, he ain't ready
Most the time my eyes really red (Nah)
I'm high out my mind and you can tell it (Yeah)
Ain't shit a fuck n***a ever could tell me, I'm up

[Verse 2: Nine Vicious]
Edges laid badder than your bitch (Say what?)
Two hoes bouncing on the dick (Let's go)
In Japan with some fine shit (No cap)
I got pints, sippin' on this Tris (And, what?)
Cough syrup I ain't even sick (And, what?)
Out the way, n***a out the mix
New Rock steppin' on this shit (Let's go)
Got boots, we steppin' on that bitch (Bitch)
Ponytail, Rick on my shoe (No cap)
She wanna fuck I'm like "Ooh" (Damn)
I send them shots at yo' crew (Say what?)
I don't give a fuck 'bout that pussy ass dude (Bitch)
I'm with lil' SAINT in the booth (Yeah)
We smokin' dope, yeah, I'm high as the roof (High)
I ain't talkin' 'bout Ludacris but when I see her I tell that bitch move
Thirty-one days, the lil' bitch tryna get slayed (Tryna get slayed)
She know I won't play, she tryna' come fuck on lil' Trey (Tryna come fuck on lil' Trey)
Hair just laid, but no, a young n***a ain't gay (Say what? A n***a ain't gay)
Shoot his face, we clean that boy out like a maid (Boo)
[Chorus: 1300SAINT]
Yeah, I got rich to pop it, no cap
Money ain't a problem, no cap
Ridin' through Atlanta, I'm strapped
Taught my youngin' how to flip a pack (Yeah)
He ain't finna pop it, he ain't ready (He ain't ready)
Most the time my eyes really red (Nah)
I'm high out my mind and you can tell it (Yeah)
Ain't shit a fuck n***a ever could tell me, I'm up

[Outro: 1300SAINT & Nine Vicious]
Got some more digits I'm up, yeah, yeah
I slap that ho on her butt, bitch I'm tryna fill this shit up, yeah, yeah
Money inside these bags, and hop out a Bentley truck, yeah, yeah
I'm nun' like yo' last n***a, don't try to mix me up, yeah, yeah (Don't mix me up, lil' ho)
I'm with lil' SAINT in the booth (Say what?), we smokin' dope, yeah, I'm high as the roof (Slatt, slatt, woah)
Ponytail, Rick on my shoe (Slatt)
She wanna fuck I'm like "Ooh" (And I'm like-)
I'm with lil' SAINT in the booth (Woah)
We smokin' dope, yeah, I'm high as the roof (I'm ready)
Ponytail, Rick on my shoe (Let's go)
She wanna fuck I'm like "Ooh" (Say what? Yeah)
Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what?