[Intro: Regis Philbin & Joey Fatts]
He's won a million dollars!
Shit, just got to keep goin' with it
25/8

[Verse 1: Joey Fatts]
Aye, I'm feeling like I gotta watch the n***as close
'Cause the ones you seem to love, they tend to hurt the most
Back against the wall, I'm trying to learn the ropes
Lately, I've been feeling like the only hope
A/C full blast while I smoke my dope
I was down bad, now I'm getting dough
Choppa big as Gary Coleman, that's a different stroke
I've been in the set grindin' with the Locs, we gettin' to it
You can get it too, n***a, stop worrying about what that bitch doin'
Slidin' in that coupé with a big speaker, it got a kick to it
Uh, Long Beach legend, bitch, I feel like Jigga in my section
Jiggy Joey looking gully in the joint
If y'all ain't talking about large money, then what's the point?
On the dice shooting large money, boy, what's the point?
Stuck up in the streets, I'm feeling like the voice
And n***a this a blue T-shirt
Tha Innerprize, n***a, hit us if you need work
Don't hit my phone talkin' bout you need a verse
I'm on my grind, baby girl, I probably leave you hurt (huh)
So we gone double back
[Chorus: Joey Fatts]
All that talking ain't with none of that
Dog, I'm trying to run this bag up
Brand new .40, came with a drum attached
Better make a n***a back up
All that talking ain't with none of that (on crip, n***a)
All that talking ain't with none of that

[Verse 2: G Perico]
Yeah, these n***as broke my heart
It's funny how n***as words could tear your world apart
All that hate let you know you great
Or make you put that AK to a n***a face
Yeah, and pull the trigger
I kill a n***a to keep on living, that's on my Crippin'
On my Crippin', I be taking flights
Vegas nights, rollin' dice, 5 2, bet I strike
N***a I'm just livin' life, diamonds dancing off the light
N***as thought it couldn't happen 'cause they ain't have no sight
So, they ain't by my side, n***a
Hell no you can't ride, n***a
Any problems, we can line them up and squab, n***a
I'm cut-throat from the start, n***as only jealous in the hood because I got the purple heart
We making millions this year, about to kill them this year, got them in they feelings this year, yeah

[Chorus: Joey Fatts]
All that talking ain't with none of that
Dog, I'm trying to run this bag up
Brand new .40, came with a drum attached
Better make a n***a back up
All that talking ain't with none of that (on crip, n***a)
All that talking ain't with none of that