[Intro: Fat Trel]
Young Lan on the track
Woah, uh
She look in my eyes
Bitch, look in my eyes
Yeah, hahahah
Yeah, look

[Chorus: Fat Trel]
I just took a soul plane with a couple gold chains
And some pretty white bitches, like to sniff up cocaine
I can barely maintain, I'ma need a new lane
I been shittin' on these n***as, I resemble blue plane
Chopper with a scope, I ain't comin' close range
Like, I made enough change, I got pussy on the brain
I could trap 'em for the snow, and the fog, I blow
And he did it for the low, I could get it in the rain
A hundred on the line, and a hundred in the nine
All these, runnin' out of time, I got money on the mind
[?] know I wasn't lyin' 'cause I do it all the time
I'll rob a pussy n***a, like, "You too kind"
When we move in the light, n***a, you don't see the life
N***a, you don't see the ice? N***a must be blind
Movin' to the right, got your boo on a flight
Put the move on your wife when she look in my eyes
[Verse 1: Fat Trel]
Got bitches on the jet, and I did it just to flex
I get the pussy wet, she gon' give me all the neck
Hit the city, make a bet, I'ma count me up a check
Fuck around and take a nap, make her go and count the rest
I'ma spend it at the mall, I'ma spend it on my dog
I'ma purchase all the lean, tell her she can have the rest
N***a, I don't give a fuck, we just really live it up
Got the semi in the cut, got my finger in her butt
And my fully on tuck, wish a n***a would touch
I'll pull it out the bag, I'll blow this bitch up
'Bout to stunt just to brag, I really did enough
I done fucked the whole city, I don't really want much
I'm silly in the mind, n***a, gimme your mind
N***a, Remmy all the time, drinkin' Henny all the time
Real dope, like pine, n***a, bitch drink wine
She say, "Gimme that dick," I'ma put it in her spine
I'll clear the whole room out, ow, whose house?
Walk in with the broom out, jail house
Fuck around, let the fool out (Grr)
First night, homicide, with the tool out (Graw, boom, bow)
Pull up like, "Who, n***a?" (Who?)
You, n***a? Paperwork, is it true, n***a? (Nah)
Ooh, n***a, that's some shit that we don't do, n***a (At all)
I might fuck around and spray the whole crew, n***a (Blaw, blaw)
True, n***a
[Chorus: Fat Trel]
I just took a soul plane with a couple gold chains
And some pretty white bitches, like to sniff up cocaine
I can barely maintain, I'ma need a new lane
I been shittin' on these n***as, I resemble blue plane
Chopper with a scope, I ain't comin' close range
Like, I made enough change, I got pussy on the brain
I could trap 'em for the snow, and the fog, I blow
And he did it for the low, I could get it in the rain
A hundred on the line, and a hundred in the nine
All these, runnin' out of time, I got money on the mind
[?] know I wasn't lyin' 'cause I do it all the time
I'll rob a pussy n***a, like, "You too kind"
When we move in the light, n***a, you don't see the life
N***a, you don't see the ice? N***a must be blind
Movin' to the right, got your boo on a flight
Put the move on your wife when she look in my eyes

[Verse 2: Young Moe]
Got a chopper with a hundred, n***a, ain't tryna aim
If the police ask me, ain't sayin' no names
Cuttin' bitches off, now they havin' road rage
Since a youngin', got a half, and I made a whole thing
Fuck the pussy, bitch, I'm tryna beat the block down
Went to jail, now he actin' like awk now
Need a real plug, I ain't tryna shop 'round
New plate, move weight, like I'm tryna drop pounds
Real n***a from the get, go young
Hoppin' off the porch, and I started off thuggin'
N***a try me, think I wouldn't do nothin'
Bean a n***a block, and I'm jumpin' out dumpin'
I ain't ever had shit, n***as see me up in their six
I'ma go and fuck a n***a's bitch
Nah, ho, we ain't takin' no pics
N***a, can't eat with me, ain't takin' no risks, thats life
[Chorus: Fat Trel]
I just took a soul plane with a couple gold chains
And some pretty white bitches, like to sniff up cocaine
I can barely maintain, I'ma need a new lane
I been shittin' on these n***as, I resemble blue plane
Chopper with a scope, I ain't comin' close range
Like, I made enough change, I got pussy on the brain
I could trap 'em for the snow, and the fog, I blow
And he did it for the low, I could get it in the rain
A hundred on the line, and a hundred in the nine
All these, runnin' out of time, I got money on the mind
[?] know I wasn't lyin' 'cause I do it all the time
I'll rob a pussy n***a, like, "You too kind"
When we move in the light, n***a, you don't see the life
N***a, you don't see the ice? N***a must be blind
Movin' to the right, got your boo on a flight
Put the move on your wife when she look in my eyes

[Outro: Fat Trel]
Look in my eyes
Look in my- look in my eyes