[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Can't fuck with these n***as, they cross you
Don't fuck with them n***as, they losers
All of my n***as, they bosses, all of my n***as, they shooters
Baby mama mad 'cause all these bitches wanna fuck me
In the foreign with choppers in it and that bitch go two-hundred
Whole clique full of bosses, all of my n***as, they shooters
All of my n***as, they bosses, all of my n***as, they shooters
Go get the money, n***a, that's all we know
All of my n***as, they bosses, all of my n***as, they shooters

[Verse 1: Jay Fizzle]
Cous' ain't gotta introduce me
When you see me, n***a, know I'm the shooter
Keep it gangsta, young n***as ridin' with me
Strapped with Glocks and Uzis
These bitches they snakes, they rougish
These n***as they fake, they bogus
Philly cheese, I'm loaded
That's why I keep it loaded
My main bitch say it's over
I fucked lil' shawty over
I dropped her off at work then invited her sister over
I'm a dawg, I'm a dawg, I'm a dawg
That's how I'm rollin'
Fuck lil' shawty good, I got lil' mama payin' homage
Ridin' in somethin' foreign with two Dracos on me
The car, it go two-hundred so I got to keep two hundreds
These n***as out here scared, that's why they steady runnin'
Paper Route, we run this, my shooters gettin' money
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Can't fuck with these n***as, they cross you
Don't fuck with them n***as, they losers
All of my n***as, they bosses, all of my n***as, they shooters
Baby mama mad 'cause all these bitches wanna fuck me
In the foreign with choppers in it and that bitch go two-hundred
Whole clique full of bosses, all of my n***as, they shooters
All of my n***as, they bosses, all of my n***as, they shooters
Go get the money, n***a, that's all we know
All of my n***as, they bosses, all of my n***as, they shooters

[Verse 2: Bino Brown]
Bino Brown, I'm bossed up
Your bitch a dime, she get tossed up
My ice cold, frost up
I'm Ragu, sauced up
They wanna know how I get the pack in
No NFL but I'm quarterbackin'
Motion picture, I be 'bout the action
Go get the money, I'm chasin' Jacksons
Fuck boy, tell your bitch get off me
I'll star your bucks, I ain't drinkin' coffee
I sip the lean, I don't fuck with green
Clip long as a movie scene
No dressin', I love blue cheese
Laced up like shoe strings
Smokin' nothin' but gas, n***a
I'm sittin' back, this blue dream
All my n***as some bosses
I went and seen my jeweler 'cause these n***as throwin' some crosses
Down with Bino and he pull up in a flyin' saucer
I get 'em straight to your front door, but n***a, it's gon' cost ya
You know I got to be cautious
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Can't fuck with these n***as, they cross you
Don't fuck with them n***as, they losers
All of my n***as, they bosses, all of my n***as, they shooters
Baby mama mad 'cause all these bitches wanna fuck me
In the foreign with choppers in it and that bitch go two-hundred
Whole clique full of bosses, all of my n***as, they shooters
All of my n***as, they bosses, all of my n***as, they shooters
Go get the money, n***a, that's all we know
All of my n***as, they bosses, all of my n***as, they shooters

[Verse 3: Young Dolph]
Circle full of bosses
Where my top go? I just lost it
Six-thousand dollar outfit, these sneakers ain’t even out yet
Them n***as talk a lot of bullshit
But I swear they ain't even 'bout that
Lil' bad bitch in the projects got two-hundred stashed in her closet
Nah, I ain't ever popped molly, was too busy tryna cop a 'Rari
If I hurt your feelings then I'm sorry
Shit, get some head from my lil' college bitch
Count my first million, woo
Then I count another one, yeah
She said she got the super head
All my n***as 'bout that bread
I don't smoke lemon tree, I guess you can call me a lemon head
Don't fuck with these n***as, they cross you
Can't fuck with them n***as, they fake
All of my n***as they bosses
Drinkin' codeine with my steak
My home boy said you ballin' too hard, lil' n***a, be safe
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Can't fuck with these n***as, they cross you
Don't fuck with them n***as, they losers
All of my n***as, they bosses, all of my n***as, they shooters
Baby mama mad 'cause all these bitches wanna fuck me
In the foreign with choppers in it and that bitch go two-hundred
Whole clique full of bosses, all of my n***as, they shooters
All of my n***as, they bosses, all of my n***as, they shooters
Go get the money, n***a, that's all we know
All of my n***as, they bosses, all of my n***as, they shooters