[Intro: Jay Worthy]
You gotta dance on the beat, you feel me?
Dance on the game
Hahhah
Larry, what's up though?
Al, what up?

[Verse 1: Jay Worthy]
Baby, why you trippin?
No, that ain't your Chanel bag, bikini top [?]
Like that [?] fell at
Why these bitches play dumb?
Like they don't know a real mack
I'm an old school
Tell her how it is, bet I still smash
Left the gate now, copped the [?]
[?]
Watch me flip
Investing in new [?]
Shazam on these bitches, why you looking for [?]
Sample snitching is a crime, I still got me a big bag
Up in Al's house with Big Body, sipping on [?]
[?] my brother, no [?]
[?] deal from a major [?] told me in do time
I'm a still do my own thing, buzzing in beehives
I was yelling fuck a bitch, since [?] was knee high
We rock on and take, put on [?]
[?] high, [?]
Just [?]
Streets be high
Gotta watch out for the [?]
[Verse 2: Larry June]
Money counter on the dresser, it's gon' be a long night
No college, but got knowledge from this thang called life
Man up, take chances, got rich, no advances
I like my Champagne served on a Roles Gold platter
What's happening?
Maybach candles in my living room
She looking for a boyfriend, it's nothing I can really do
Wiping off the emblem is on my vet, while I count a check
What's next? Maybe private jets, sipping mo [?]
Your heart broke, trippin off the bitch, when it's millions of them
Get some money, n***a, quit worrieing 'bout who she fucking
What's happening?