[Intro: DaBoyDame]
MD, we ain’t even going to need a clean version for this one (Uh-uh)
This strictly for the streets (You Feel me?)
I’m sayin' though, I come from Oakland (Straight up)
Land of the motherfuckin’ rocks (City of the dope)
Shout out to my Memphis n***as (Super)
Takin’ this shit to Kentucky back down to Miami
I’m sayin' though like, I’m blessed by the real n***as, I come from big E (Yeah)
I fuck with Lil D (Yeah), Big Jook bless me, grip the CEO
Aye Feez comin’ home too (You feel me)

[Verse 1: EST Gee]
Still ballin’ in the lockout
Switches on them yeekys, you dead meat soon as I hop out
I made n***as turn into gamers, they ain’t wan' pop out
I know Unc' just had to taste it once, he knew it was a knockout
Rappin’ bеin’ one of my talents, shit, I nevеr thought ’bout
I was sliding with Lil Dev trying to hit our mans soon as he walked out
Since he passed, I be missing my brother bad, so I been livin’ fast
I was buyin’ bodies way before I bought a bitch a ass
Do the plug bad, run off as soon as I run up my tab
A made n***a, I sent ten hits since 2020, I’m a grave filler
Real cocaine flipper, Hank hitter
Hopefully the junkie don’t say this shit taste different
Made a million in the pandemic
I took a picture on Gotti’s page wit’ it
5500, red zone, gang member, yeah
Man, you play too much
(5500, red zone, gang member, yeah)
[Chorus: DaBoyDame]
I’m sayin’ n***as only mad ’cause I’m realer than ’em, haha
I said I’m realer than ’em
I said a n***a only mad ’cause I’m richer than ’em, haha
I said I’m richer than ’em (Yeah)
Get-get-get up in your bag
Hop out of your feelings, n***a (Yeah, man, yeah)
Get-get-get up in your bag
Hop out of your feelings, n***a (Get you some motherfuckin' money)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I put money on your head like Forgiatos on the whip (Mm)
Never use a cut so n***a keep me out the mix (Mm)
Emeralds in the watch, double R’s stamp on the bricks (Uh)
Thought it was a problem but you know I got it fixed
Ten bands, call ’em tin man
‘Cause all it take is ten bands for the hit man
I’m so rich, quarter billion and it’s documented (Whoa)
I hope you not offended (Whoa) ’cause I’m ’bout my business (Whoa), I got a thousand bitches
My money number one, fuck how you others feel
I do this for my sons, fuck how they mothers feel
Drop by in broad day (Brtt), I’ma tryin’ to parlae (Brrt)
I got on all my jewels, we in the dark days
Fuck n***as droppin' dead, choppa, we cop a head
I give her shoppin’ bread, she give me sloppy head
You know she in my DM, prayin’ she get to see him
I let her roll the smoke and count up all the re-up
[Chorus: DaBoyDame]
I’m sayin’ n***as only mad ’cause I’m realer than ’em, haha
I said I’m realer than ’em
I said a n***a only mad ’cause I’m richer than ’em, haha
I said I’m richer than ’em (Yeah)
Get-get-get up in your bag
Hop out of your feelings, n***a (Yeah, man, yeah)
Get-get-get up in your bag
Hop out of your feelings, n***a (Smitty and Klep, let's get this motherfuckin' money)