[Intro]
Gang time n***a

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
Ayy, it ain't shit to talk about
Cashed out on it, I ain't have to walk it down
I got money on deck, I ain't gotta call around
I be fleeing from them bitches 'fore I ever toss it out
You tryna turn your body to a faucet, huh?
Tell them labels don't come petty, I come from the block
N***a you ain't got no paper, you your fucking opp
Told lil' baby weigh her options, you gon' fuck or not?

[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, this shit hanging out my pocket, got it from the opps
Went and cleaned them n***as out, just bought another mop
If he up that stick then we gon' cut him down
Gotta go re-up again 'cause I keep running out
Yeah, these n***as rap cap
Hit him in his head and knock his hat backwards
I just bought a Cuban cost a scat package
I can't argue with no n***a ain't in my tax bracket

[Verse 3: Babyface Ray & Icewear Vezzo]
We can argue about the prices, I'ma still tax you
Still calling plays like I'm Phil Jackson
Yeah that Palm Angels fit me like a Nike Tech
Cut into a bad bitch, like tell me what's the price for that
I wouldn't call it cheating 'cause she wrote me, I ain't write her back
Said she wanna fuck me 'cause I like to flex
Hit 'em with that roaster 'cause I like to stretch
We gon' wipe that n***a nose 'cause he look like he sick n***a
It's forty on my wrist, match my waist
Thirty in that big mac, I'm safe, these blue strips on that Drac'
Twenty on a lawyer, fuck my case
Twenty on me that I just made, I ain't even gotta touch my bank