[Verse 1:CeeJ]

Quit all the mushy talk
These pussies looking up to me, bitch I'm a rookie boss
I take an L to the face but I never took a loss
I swear I work for the paper, I never took 'em off
Days (Daze), it's like they in a haze, they stuck on my name
Shit I'm quick-witted, this Brick City jungle I BANG
Looking for 6 figure digits man I'm stuck in my ways
Puffing away, thinking of ways I can double my gains
Which of you made(maid) n***as gonna uncover my fame
Cause all you lame hoes flows just puzzle my brain
Ever since I came up in the door I been fucking the game
But now I love her she get some of every rubber I bring
But first thing that's gon' come?...The Prenup
1-5-0's a little bit hard to re-up
Snotty ass nose a little bit hard to clean up
I'm tryna get to the mill with more than 50 to kill, and still
We chillin' on a whole 160
Me and three of my n***as got a 40, hella tipsy
You boys coming out for my fame, n***a don't tempt me
Y'all bored (board) and y'all think this a game? That's hella Risky
I'm taking Christine, we going to Tiffany's
And we ain't buying jewelry, 2 bitches with me
I guess it's S&M when they impressed with the Benz
I just sit in the back, 2 bitches whip me
And this is how its going down
Yezzir
Its like....
Bang
It's like
Bang, Bang

[Verse 2: CyHi The Prynce]
CyHi the Prynce, fresh up out the Ivy League
N***a I'm the bomb, bitches call me IED
Probably cause I'm covered in all this I-C-E
I asked her can I fuck, she said Y-E-P
I'm blowing up like C4
Overseas tours, man I used to be poor
Sound like grenades every time I record
All I do is drop bombs, Marine Corps

[Verse 3: CeeJ]
Getting paid is keeping me on
So I can look her in the face, believe in me Moms
I just hit the same fucking stage Khalifa was on
And Hunger Pains got a shot, the heat in my palms
How can I see Miami beaches, the heat and the palms
Short spring break, lavish life for a week and I'm gone
Man I'm a king, every morning I beat the alarm
How I look shaking off a loss, this ain't Vietnam
Whoo man
My castle and you only act a fool man
And shit since I been on my grind like the school dance
Every weekend we peeking, they in love with the crew man
And I'm the crew chief, shit, we need a full tank
It's sad but rapping gon' get me money that school ain't
It's kind of backwards to me it seems like a cruel prank
But fuck it, I just roll up the good dank
Lighter in my hand, I'll ignite it for the FAM
N***a what?
And this is how its going down
Yezzir
Its like....
Bang
It's like
Bang, Bang