Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let the band play
Yeah, uh
The money be pilin', young niggas stylish
I'm makin' plays on the cell, you lil' Wallace
Real bad boy like Christopher Wallace
Soon as we see this, I'll get it poppin'
I get it chopstick, I get it choppin'
Whip up the sonic, I got it be rockin'
Come to the trap, I'ma give you some knowledge
Chains at the door and they beatin', they knockin'
They're master with P's, you better be bout it
Go to the grave with this *, I won't stop it
These niggas, they pussy, I ain't gettin' any knowledge
I want the bread with the cheese and the toppings
I put the cash off of bitches, I'm tossin'
What's in your pocket, you know it's a rocket
I see that you got it, you probably won't pop it
I see that you got it, you probably won't shoot it
These niggas ain't scripted, you're talkin' on music
You sellin' some powder, you probably gon' use it
These niggas want drama, I pull up with Uzi
These niggas, they pussy, they sweet like a smoothie
We got it hot like the water jacuzzi
I get their pack and they keep * movin'
I got the power like Austin is groovin'
Don't get your ass shot, cause this * ain't no movie
I smoke a * nigga, chill like a doobie
We got no truckload, might pull up Dooley
I got the tents and they black like a Boolie
These niggas be tellin' the * that you doin'
The pluggers are alien, the prices are human
I'm in the kitchen, they ask what you doin'
I got their pack and you know that I flew it
You hit the money and damn, you blew it
Puppies at party, yeah, I get the charm
Bitches, they love it, they hoes be chewin'
I get the money like I live in chores
It ain't no secret, you know that I do this
Rich people, nigga, I know that you knew this
Shout to get low, yeah, the prices be foolish
I track the prices, these niggas get clueless
Broke-ass nigga, you motherfuckin' useless
The money be pilin', young niggas stylish
I'm makin' plays on the sale of wallets
Real bad boy like Christopher Wallace
Soon as we see this, I'll get it poppin'
I get that chopstick, I get it choppin'
Whip up the song that I got, they be rockin'
Come to the trap, I'ma give you some knowledge
J's at the door and they beatin', they knockin'
Them asses with P's, you better be bout it
Go to the grave with this *, I won't stop it
These niggas, they pussy, I ain't gettin' any knowledge
I want the bread with the cheese and the toppings
I put the cash off of bitches, I'm tossin'
What's in your pocket, you know it's a rocket
I see that you got it, you probably won't pop it