Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahLet the band playYeah, uhThe money be pilin', young niggas stylishI'm makin' plays on the cell, you lil' WallaceReal bad boy like Christopher WallaceSoon 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 knowledgeChains at the door and they beatin', they knockin'They're master with P's, you better be bout itGo to the grave with this *, I won't stop itThese niggas, they pussy, I ain't gettin' any knowledgeI want the bread with the cheese and the toppingsI put the cash off of bitches, I'm tossin'What's in your pocket, you know it's a rocketI see that you got it, you probably won't pop itI see that you got it, you probably won't shoot itThese niggas ain't scripted, you're talkin' on musicYou sellin' some powder, you probably gon' use itThese niggas want drama, I pull up with UziThese niggas, they pussy, they sweet like a smoothieWe got it hot like the water jacuzziI 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 movieI smoke a * nigga, chill like a doobieWe got no truckload, might pull up DooleyI got the tents and they black like a BoolieThese niggas be tellin' the * that you doin'The pluggers are alien, the prices are humanI'm in the kitchen, they ask what you doin'I got their pack and you know that I flew itYou hit the money and damn, you blew itPuppies at party, yeah, I get the charmBitches, they love it, they hoes be chewin'I get the money like I live in choresIt ain't no secret, you know that I do thisRich people, nigga, I know that you knew thisShout to get low, yeah, the prices be foolishI track the prices, these niggas get cluelessBroke-ass nigga, you motherfuckin' uselessThe money be pilin', young niggas stylishI'm makin' plays on the sale of walletsReal bad boy like Christopher WallaceSoon 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 knowledgeJ's at the door and they beatin', they knockin'Them asses with P's, you better be bout itGo to the grave with this *, I won't stop itThese niggas, they pussy, I ain't gettin' any knowledgeI want the bread with the cheese and the toppingsI put the cash off of bitches, I'm tossin'What's in your pocket, you know it's a rocketI see that you got it, you probably won't pop it