Popping out the cut we getting jiggy f*ck a peace treat Nigga get a bag before you walk up and just talk to me Blue hundreds purple in my cup syrup walking me Hopping out the hoopty we gone do him like he's Kennedy He tried to talk tough but that billy is his remedy Freak bitch go stupid on the dick bitch heavenly Pour a six of this red up in this faygo Yellow Fanta dirty but I swear this bitch mango Bitches want to f*ck I told the hoe we got to lay low Money coming fast yeah bitch I love the bankroll I could never love a thot bitch man f*ck hoes See us up in traffic in the big body lambo Young nigga sitting on the porch with the blammer on Thirteen I was counting cash at the backdoor Fourteen I was busy running from the cops hoe Eighteen still getting money that's what I'm on Turning down fades that's just something that I don't know Squabble up hit him with the three piece adios Nigga get a bag those fake bands bitch you still broke Sliding in a foreign BBS bitch that's all I know Sliding through the traffic lane switch I'm on go Niggas started thugging after school you made the honor toll Couple homies turned fake niggas wasn't trying to grow Bitches on my dick Hell yeah I got a lot of those Time is money I'm counting hundreds it's a lot of those Freak bitches trying to f*ck gang it's a lot of hoes I been doing shit since I was posted at the corner store We gone do him slimey lil bro we gone wipe his nose Wipe his nose nigga did us dirty we gone slide back 223s hit him it's gone go right through his six pack Speed racing off the drugs Oh I'm too smacked Sitting on the stove wait the junkies knocking on the trap Sitting on the stove damn the junkies coming through the back Had to pimp talk lil bitch I had to hold slaps Being broke made a nigga sick it made me feel bad Married to the money lil bitch I can't go back