[Intro: Young Thug & Casino]
I'ma fire my motherfuckin' blunt up in the booth like, uh, [?]
Freebandz YSL duck tape, that mob, our way
Oh, okay (Yeah)
Skoob, Thug, Casino (Wheezy beats)

[Chorus: Trouble & Young Thug]
Hundred thousand made at the spot (Yeah, old hundreds, yeah, yeah), yeah
Guess that's why these pussy n***as hate (They hate, hate), yeah
I might take a ride on a school bus (Oh yeah, slime), uh
Take a flight with you, yeah, on occasions (On vacations)
I'm just on vacation, fucked that ho at the Days Inn
Put money on they faces, leave them bitches dazin'
Earthquake lil' lady, got that pussy shakin'
Top down in a old school, bitch look like Mrs. Daisy (Hey)

[Verse 1: Casino]
Draco in my Louis bag, hundred racks in my Gucci bag
Freebandz, we taliban, beef, I be eatin' that
We loaded up with ammo, they callin' me Casino Rambo
I'll drop a brick on your baby, we handle beef like the '80s
I'll kidnap your old lady, I'm ridin' in a Mercedes
From Kirkwood to Edgewood to Cleveland Ave, we made
We got old money like Saga, I'll rock-a-bye your 'tato
I'll start a new game, laser gang, I'll put beams on choppers
[Chorus: Trouble & Young Thug]
Hundred thousand made at the spot (Yeah, old hundreds, yeah, yeah), yeah
Guess that's why these pussy n***as hate (They hate, hate), yeah
I might take a ride on a school bus (Oh yeah, slime), uh
Take a flight with you, yeah, on occasions (On vacations)
I'm just on vacation, fucked that ho at the Days Inn
Put money on they faces, leave them bitches dazin'
Earthquake lil' lady, got that pussy shakin'
Top down in a old school, bitch look like Mrs. Daisy (Hey)

[Verse 2: Young Thug & Trouble]
Bald head pussy, shawty shavin' (Woo, woo)
Check out my Balmains, bitch, they the latest (Check my Balmains)
Two foreign bitches on me and they latest
My ring-ring-ring-ring-ring's equators
Can't fuck with many n***as, n***as be fugazi (With many n***as, no), ayy
Ho told me go raw, might want my baby (Ho told me go raw, you nasty), ayy
We knock shit out back like in the '80s (Damn, how you do it?), yeah
Walk up, one shot [?] you won't make it (Yeah, yeah), huh?
Yellow diamonds, them bitches pealing, Pittsburgh Steelers dealing (Pittsburgh)
Lock me up for life, bitch, I'm killin' these n***as (Killin' these)
Look like I been rich for life and I'm drippin' and spillin' (Woah, oh)
Call me Mr. Ed, I fuck 'round and pop-pop your ceiling (Blatt)
N***a, don't fuck 'round, nah (Nah), n***a, don't fuck 'round, yeah (Yeah)
Caught yourself hidin' in your boys shit, yeah, shut the whole spot down, huh, yeah
One call, the homicide unit, yeah, mob n***a really get to it
Yeah, mob n***a really gettin' to it, yeah, YSL slime like damn right, yeah
And I be mindin' my B, yeah [?] n***a, get your mind right (Let's go)
No sir, I'm not stuntin' these bitches, I'm tryna get dope to the [?]
[Chorus: Trouble & Young Thug]
Hundred thousand made at the spot (Yeah, old hundreds, yeah, yeah), yeah
Guess that's why these pussy n***as hate (They hate, hate), yeah
I might take a ride on a school bus (Oh yeah, slime), uh
Take a flight with you, yeah, on occasions (On vacations)
I'm just on vacation, fucked that ho at the Days Inn
Put money on they faces, leave them bitches dazin'
Earthquake lil' lady, got that pussy shakin'
Top down in a old school, bitch look like Mrs. Daisy (Hey)