[Verse 1: CrudChapo]
All I wanted was a bust down, I got four of them
I guess she couldn't choose me and bro, she fucking both of us
Lucky poured another duse, [?] we both [?]
Glock make him throw up, let me catch you, I'ma roll up
These n***as tweet then delete the tweet, why the cold feet?
You say you in the beef, then bring the heat
Watch me cook a treat, trick an opp, let him cop, watch him fall asleep
Them n***as hate me but won't say it, I won't call it beef
My neck hurt, everywhere I go, my chain on
They [?] play that line, you getting banged on
I know the n***as hating broke, singing the same song
You don't know the sauce for talking sauce, watch me play along
They shot the prices up, n***a, what drout?
I'll have a brick and buy a brick, so I'm never out
Get too comfy and you sleep, bro just like a couch
My wrist a house, another house, and another house

[Chorus: CrudChapo]
If it's money on the floor, it's 'cause the yola jumping
I'ma cook it up in 20 lieder, overrun it
Hell yeah the squad lit, I got the soldiers pumping
Lay a pinky on my shoulder, and them soldiers gunning
If it's money on the floor, it's 'cause the yola jumping
I'ma cook it up in 20 lieder, overrun it
Hell yeah the squad lit, I got the soldiers pumping
Lay a pinky on my shoulder, and them soldiers gunning
[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Catch him lacking in the field, I got my soldiers hunting
Spent [?] on some pills, and [?] hustling
I'm up in [?], I'm with Chapo, finna blow an onion
Sware I need to stop sipping on drank, I got a bloated stomach
Put a hundred in this bitch, see what them choppers do
I got them praying up to God, see what them doctors do
50 thousand turn around, just when I'm stopping through
Call and told the plug that's what I like, I told him [?]
N***a put me on a song, I put him on a T
My n***a put me onto [?] I put him on the V
Yeah, don't give a fuck about your pole, bitch, I'ma [?]
I was doing push ups in the feds, and now I'm on TV
Yeah, catch a n***a on [?] run down his car
He keep talking 'bout his shooter, we gunned down the bar
All this water on my neck, look something like a voss
Hundred hittas, got a hundred sticks when I jump out the car


[Chorus: CrudChapo]
If it's money on the floor, it's 'cause the yola jumping
I'ma cook it up in 20 lieder, overrun it
Hell yeah the squad lit, I got the soldiers pumping
Lay a pinky on my shoulder, and them soldiers gunning
If it's money on the floor, it's 'cause the yola jumping
I'ma cook it up in 20 lieder, overrun it
Hell yeah the squad lit, I got the soldiers pumping
Lay a pinky on my shoulder, and them soldiers gunning