[Pre-Chorus: IKE, Tha Odyssey]
Seems like everybody only want me for my dough
Never trust a fuck n***a, never trust a hoe
If they run up on me then gonna get the smoke
Never catch me lackin’, cause I’m slidin’ on the low

[Chorus: IKE, Tha Odyssey]
Got hella calls comin’ in (Brr)
Me and my brodie money talkin’ business, yeah
Ran up the whole bag then I iced out both my fist
Came a long way from movin’ loads and hittin’ licks

[Verse 1: IKE, Tha Odyssey]
Poppin’ taggs, drop a bag (Yeah)
Keep a stash in the back
Seen them opps, ridin’ passed(Peww)
Had to dip, foot on gas
Fuck them calls, I got money comin’ through in suites, yeah
Dubbin’ on these n***as, man I never ever lose, yeah
Only take what’s mine, ain’t no fuckin’ pick and choose
I know that time is money, so I dashed off the loop, ayy
Uh, whats the deal? Take the check and give my whole fam a 100 mill
My gang rockin’ heavy stones, you n***as wearin’ steel
Everything is real, we not fakin’ shit up in here, ayy

[Pre-Chorus: IKE, Tha Odyssey]
Seems like everybody only want me for my dough
Never trust a fuck n***a, never trust a hoe
If they run up on me then gonna get the smoke
Never catch me lackin’, cause I’m slidin’ on the low
[Chorus: IKE]
Got hella calls comin’ in (Brr)
Me and my brodie money talkin’ business, yeah
Ran up the whole bag then I iced out both my fist
Came a long way from movin’ loads and hittin’ licks, yeah

[VERSE 2: TREV]
Pop a tag, cop a bag and some throwed
You n***as mad, go out sad bout a hoe
I thank God everyday for twenty-four
I need a rich bitch who can compliment my dough (Cash)
Drip too hard, always got some new clothes
Man, I'm rich in one year and I'm giving n***as hope (Yeah)
She want Louis, she want Fendi, she want Prada (Ooh)
Tell her suck it good, Imma send yo ass college, ayy
Top shotta (Brr), bitch I'm talkin top dollars
Micheal Kors letters written all over my collar
New watch (Ap), new gold (40k), n***as always gon hate if you keep your body froze (Ice)

[Pre-Chorus: IKE, Tha Odyssey]
Seems like everybody only want me for my dough
Never trust a fuck n***a, never trust a hoe
If they run up on me then gonna get the smoke
Never catch me lackin’, cause I’m slidin’ on the low

[Chorus: IKE, Tha Odyssey]
Got hella calls comin’ in (Brr)
Me and my brodie money talkin’ business, yeah
Ran up the whole bag then I iced out both my fist
Came a long way from movin’ loads and hittin’ licks, yeah