[Verse 1: CrudChapo]
It was the gym or the block, I went straight to the spot
Bought a [?] and bought a pot, and went straight to the top
Why you tryna come around? You close to my opp
Let me catch your ass with him, bet the chop won't stop
I ain’t talking to you n***as, you know [?] killers
My music target the dealers, [?] no pistol
We gon' sharpen the issue, you n***as softer than tissue
I know [?] your head, but in the coffen, they miss you
My presi black face, yeah, it's for my people
If the dope no good, they still gon’ call, 'cause how I treat them
It's some n***as who should be next to me, but wе ain't speaking
[?] talk to me, til they seen mе eating
Trapping off this phone, without it, I'd be nothing
Told that bitch to go, without me, she'd be [?]
She ain't know me when I was broke, it's the money that she loving
But all the times I [?] I wouldn’t tell if I was bugging

[Chorus: CrudChapo]
All them nights I was down, I had to get it up
I ain’t never had no big homie to lift me up
Now I hit the mall with cash, 'bout 50 tucked
All this money on the floor, I can’t get enough
All them nights I was down, I had to get it up
I ain't never had no big homie to lift me up
Now I hit the mall with cash, 'bout 50 tucked
All this money on the floor, I can't get enough
[Verse 2: Peezy]
Count a hundred K in small bills, now my hands tired
I just turned down a pint of Wok, and let my mans buy it
Told my n***a hurry up and tturn, I see a van behind us
Man, that n***a know he pure pussy, he need a pantie liner
Thought I was gon’ die selling dope, til I found rap
Said you paid what for that what? That shit sound cap
I'm so fucking high, somebody show me where the ground at
Talking to the [?], where I'm from, we don't allow that
I just sold a brick on Jefferson, where [?] at
Made half a million last year, I'm scared to file taxes
Heard they got the [?] 17, I'm finna fly to Texas
Eveery fucking week I'm up at Gary, buying another necklace
I told my n***as quit playing, it's time to apply pressure
I just said fuck the hellcat, I'm tryna buy a tesla
Got a mixed bitch straight out of Cali, and she bisexual
Hit his top up close range, now his ass a vegetable

[Chorus: CrudChapo]
All them nights I was down, I had to get it up
I ain't never had no big homie to lift me up
Now I hit the mall with cash, 'bout 50 tucked
All this money on the floor, I can't get enough
All them nights I was down, I had to get it up
I ain't never had no big homie to lift me up
Now I hit the mall with cash, 'bout 50 tucked
All this money on the floor, I can't get enough