[Intro: Coach Joey, Cash Kidd]
N***a I just spent thirty on a watch (Yeah, uh-huh)
(Coach me Joey)
And this the second time
(Motherfuckin' voice goin' out)
N***as say I be in my feelings (Ayy)
You ain't never lost a hundred thousand before, have you?
(Yea, yea yea)

[Verse 1: Cash Kidd]
I'm with Tay B and the Top Shotta
Ayy, bitch, I'm off the chain like a rottweiler
Your bitch neck got hydraulics

[Verse 2: FMB DZ & Tay B]
We done ran in yo' bitch, she got high mileage
Told the bitch get over here, I'm the don dada
A hundred-round AR, I smell like gunpowder
My fiend come every day, she won't stop coppin'
We get top dollar, call DZ cause he stop problems
Heart beating on the road with that shit on me
Plus, I got three hundred grams of that pit on me
Young n***a living better than your big homie
A thousand hunnids on me got a blue brick on me

[Verse 3: Cash Kidd]
I done fucked a thousand hoes, I got a list on me
You already know I'm with three hoes like I went bowling
Feeling like a snowman, I keep that stick on me
Get money all type of ways like I'm Rich Homie
Joe iced me up, now my wrist glowin'
[Verse 4: FMB DZ]
And I keep a mask on like I'm Mick Foley
Put some ice on my wrist like my shit swollen
[?] sat left side, and your bitch drove

[Verse 5: Tay B & Cash Kidd]
I get it for the eight, from my big homie
Then sell it for the twenty-four like I'm with Kobe
Fifteen hunnid for these spikes put them kicks on me
I got a bitch from the A, she put her lips on me
I'm in the crib, gettin' domed like a stadium
Call Cash, he gon' put that cash on your cranium (Uh-huh)

[Verse 6: Cash Kidd]
Call Rose, I'll be there around 8 pm
You know I keep that MAC on me like I'm Damia and them
All my bitches know about my other bitches
I don't let my n***as talk down on my other n***as
I don't let my bitches talk down on my other bitches
I'll blow you like some Bubbalicious, think you fuckin' with us
Chicken on me, biscuit on my side like Popeyes
You be fighting over hoes, you like Popeye
Show up to your cut, clean shit out, like Peroxide
Yoshi on the corner with that pole, not no stop sign

[Verse 7: FMB DZ]
Think you fuckin' with the gang, n***a, stop lying
N***a lay a hand on me, you know them shots fired
And I don't know if he got pole, but I got mine
Erry n***a 'round me strapped up like we rock climb
[Verse 8: Tay B]
We gon' slide down his block like we cha-cha'in
Fuckin all over these n***as and I'm not tryin'
I'm a real young n***a, I'm in my prime
I am not Tony Hawk, but I'm on my grind

[Verse 9: FMB DZ]
Fuckin' with a bougie bitch and she don't smoke weed
Riding in a spaceship, it don't take no keys
Three thousand dollar fit, I'm in the AMG
And my n***as shootin' clips out the AMC

[Verse 10: Cash Kidd]
Pull up, shooting, like I'm SayCheese
On the road with a thousand, selling fake Ps
Doing credit card fraud up in Macy's
Blow a n***a head off like I'm Kakey

[Verse 11: Tay B]
Beat a n***a ass 'bout my sister like I'm Stacey
Yeah, I know you in love with her, but she basic
Yeah, I'm getting rich around these n***as, they can't face it
I keep lead on me, for them boys tryna erase me

[Verse 12: Coach Joey]
4746, n***a, I'm a mogul
Cashed out at Gary's, didn't even know the total
Never seen a millionaire, baby, I'll show you
N***a I don't shoot videos, I'll hoe you