[Intro: Yella Beezy]
Swear to God, all I be talkin' 'bout a fact, n***a
All facts, n***a, swear to God
I ain't lyin' neither
On my mama, every time I talk (Yeah), n***a, just listen up, you know?

[Verse 1: Yella Beezy]
Ayy, that lil' ho messy, you can't tell her nothin', on God, she gon' spread the word
Hey, lot of grammies like I'm tryna win awards, waitin' on the first and third
Got a lot of 'bows and I ain't talkin' 'bout clothes, but he tryna get a shirt
Ayy, young n***a bustin' pack after pack, I'm tryna get a 'vert
Hey, heard them n***as say they still tryna get me, well, I'm tryna get 'em murked
Hey, I don't take shit lightly when they talkin' 'cause I'm 'bout get 'em first
Bitch say her n***a gon' rob me when he see me, you 'bout to get him hurt
Hey, make me clap my hands, chopper make him dance, stomp, you 'bout to get him kirked
Ayy, tell your homegirl leave me out her mouth, all in my dick business
I swear to God, you ain't gotta say my name to get in that bitch panties
If she wanna fuck, she gon' let you fuck without sayin' my name, pimpin'
Chuckin' salt, tryna throw me under the bus, n***a, that ain't pimpin'
I swear, it's enough money for everybody, n***a, you know I ain't trippin'
I ain't ever worried 'bout who a n***a fuckin' or what he ain't spendin'
The fuck I'm frowned up 'cause another n***a hustlin'? This ain't no hatin' business
I swear to God, I'm one heartless motherfucker, n***a, I don't like feelings
Affiliated with the KKK 'cause I do not like n***as
Before you play with Yella, say, you better reconsider, go play with your wife, n***a
This 40 Glock here a stud, I stay with a strap just like a dyke, n***a
Hey, fuck that lil' bitch from the back, she jumped in my lap 'cause she scared of heights, n***a
Ayy, all my young thugs some gunners, look like I'ma ski, all of this ice, n***a
I'm fuckin' on his baby mama, she said I got meat for a lil' bright n***a
If I want the n***a head, on God, he dead, don't play with your life, n***a
Not givin' a fuck about hype, n***a
You be beatin' up bitches, an Ike n***a
I be beatin' up n***as, I fight n***as, huh, bitch, act like you know
When you said it, you knew it was gon' start a lot of shit, why you act like you slow?
Ayy, I know a lot of n***as still make a living off that pot on that stove
Six, four figures at the age of four
I shot my uncle, TEC-9 in the floor
[Chorus: Yella Beezy]
Pimp C, real girls, get down on the floor
Baby, grind on the floor
Shootin' dice, n***a just won a dime on the floor
All money, n***a, never mind on a ho
Real player n***a, never mindin' a ho
You give money to a bitch, I give mine to the store
Money over bitches, give mine to bros
Swear to God, I'm never mindin' you hoes
Pimp C, real girls, get down on the floor
Baby, grind on the floor
Shootin' dice, n***a just won a dime on the floor
All money, n***a, never mind on a ho
Real player n***a, never mindin' a ho
You give money to a bitch, I give mine to the store
Money over bitches, give mine to bros
Swear to God, I'm never mindin' you hoes

[Verse 2: EST Gee]
N***a act like he won't, I'ma make him
I been runnin' out of patience
Times two watch cost a Mercedes
What was he thinking, I wasn't gon' spank him?
N***as be playing crazy when they know that it's dangerous
Wood hot on the Drakey
Dumpin' on him on the daily
None of 'em thumpers on safety
Pin a n***a to the pavement
Kept it real with the fakest
He was knowin' I'ma snake him
Lot of bodies, cost a bracelet
Lot of thoughts I be thinking
X hittin', heart racing
Get close enough to taste it
If you see me, I'ma bang it
I'ma shoot, fuck thinking
Servin' court, back to arraignments
Red zone, rich gangsters
Meth-slingin' gunslinger
[Chorus: Yella Beezy]
Pimp C, real girls, get down on the floor
Baby, grind on the floor
Shootin' dice, n***a just won a dime on the floor
All money, n***a, never mind on a ho
Real player n***a, never mindin' a ho
You give money to a bitch, I give mine to the store
Money over bitches, give mine to bros
Swear to God, I'm never mindin' you hoes
Pimp C, real girls, get down on the floor
Baby, grind on the floor
Shootin' dice, n***a just won a dime on the floor
All money, n***a, never mind on a ho
Real player n***a, never mindin' a ho
You give money to a bitch, I give mine to the store
Money over bitches, give mine to bros
Swear to God, I'm never mindin' you hoes