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[Verse 1: Big Cheeko]
All I ask is that my n***as hold me down
When I, build em up, the only real thing is trust
And when it comes to this money, the only real thing is us
Bitches used to keep me waiting now these hoes in a rush, see
Now all I hear bitches now is "You gon' cum for me?"
Just another sign a n***a living comfortably
I put that pussy on the all white Versace plate
She looked me in my eyes and said "Now that's a dinner date"
A thousand stories on this road to riches
So when I scribble down these verses it's like holy scriptures
Thank God for Mach-Hommy and the D.U.M.P. collective
'Cause now I look at rap business with some real perspective
See I can handle street shit but rappers real reckless
N***as talking out they necks while wearing steel necklace
And everything we touch is gold, you n***as gon' respect us
So many evils wanna stretch us, pray Allah protect us
Bless us

[Verse 2: Left Lane Didon]
Yeah
I didn't need it til I had it, I reached it and grabbed it
Then I seen what came with that now I'm fiending to pass it
Red lights on all these poles, we tweaking in traffic
Green light up on your dome, we see it, we crash it
I'm me to the masses, active til my breathing is backwards
I throw this weight up, aye I'm heaving the package
But wait cuz, if that day come I leave it to Daz and bae bruh
So Pina, tiny Lane and lil Don can stay up
I'm different than these n***as, I'm a different n***a
I see all my sons in need but can't forget the winter
Ps built this dynasty, Bleek, Siegel and Jigga
I'm a heir to this heiress, still needing a filter
'Fore you put them arrows on these stairs, come speak to the builder
Shit
I know we met before but something ain't seeming familiar
I'm chilling
[Verse 3: Mach-Hommy]