[Verse 1: Drippin So Pretty]

You know I'm gon party, Lots of fucking bottles
A whole lot of narcotics, your bitch was off the molly
She was geekin like a ho, I got [?] on the low
T'd up in a coupe with a [?] gimme that [?]
Drippin So Pretty serving chicken soup
In the back I'm gon tax, I'm gon take your fucking bag
I got bags, I got grams, I got zips in my hands
Blow it out my hand and I'm stacking lots of bread
Touch, them hands, and she just wanna sex
I told her I can't trip on it I got these money bags
I got money bags, I got lots of grams
I got zips in the back so I'm saying fuck 12
I got money bags, I got lots of grams
I got zips in the back so I'm saying fuck 12
I got money bags, I got lots of grams
I got zips in the back so I'm saying fuck 12

[Verse 2: SL The God]

All that shit that you talk
Yeah we heard that, yeah we heard that
And all this loud that we smoke
You know we burn that, you know we burn that
And all this cash that I got on me damn
You know I earn that, You know I earn that
And all this shit that you talking behind our back
You know we heard that, you know we heard that
And all this loud that we smoke
You know we burn that, you know we burn that
And all this cash that I got on me damn
You know I earn that, You know I earn that
[Verse 3: Burger on the Beat]

I be smoking kush, all this audio I push
Take you to the burning bush, she choosing at first look
And I'm such a crook, the way your bitch get took
When PMG pull up, now the squad bout to look
Burger, Drip, and SL pull up in an AMG
Good weed on my breath, why you suckas hate on me
You all mad as hell cause your woman raped on me
But I been blowing clouds while you motherfuckers sleep
While you motherfuckers sleep
While you sleepin on the team