It's too late, it's too late, it's too late In the morning, in the morning Choo-choo That's how we get things out, booze Mama, do that Choo-choo We was gettin' money, tryna rack that cash This the type of money that'll bake that air Don't be actin' funny, we'll cut that air So you better not ask We was gettin' money, tryna rack that cash This the type of money that'll bake that air Don't be actin' funny, we'll cut that air So you better not ask Workin' with the feds, yeah They dead, yeah I'm just smoke, countin' bread, yeah Pop meds, yeah I'ma *** by the head, yeah The head, yeah I'ma *** by the head, yeah The head, yeah I'ma f*** by the throat now She go down, I'ma f***, got the boasts now You know how we be rockin' to the cocaine The whole town wanna f*** with a n***a now I hold it down, young Jock on a n***a now She goin' down, young Jock on a n***a now She goin' down, got the pipe like a plumber, n***a I'm a drummer, n***a Free grito on my mother f***in' drummer, n***a Yeah, that kitty cat, give me that I'm the type of n***a, break your back, then run it back She soakin' on my f***in' lap She love her dad, I'ma hit it, make her f***in' mad I make her mad, she don't f***in' get it, girl So get it, girl Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Just listen, pistols in the party, n***a Feel the tension, they don't want us in the hood Like a f***in' engine You can't take the heat, get out my motherf***in' kitchen Shout out all my shooters, couple names I can't mention When your mama told you stories from the gang You should've listened When I wake up in the morning, all I'm thinkin' about is checkin' Whackin' n***a, then I'm torn, should've kept me out Jamila from my house, we got him sick as f*** That n***a tellin', they like Lil' Rob, you slick as f*** My n***a tellin', where I'm from, we don't do the drugs Look, we sell it, where I'm from, we don't do the drugs We tryna go, yeah, I'm rockin' shows, yeah Throw that money on the floor, yeah, I'm f***in' hoes, yeah I'm suckin' weed on my phone, yeah, I'm crackin' coals, yeah We beefin', let me know, yeah, I'm finna blow, yeah You don't need to say ***, real sadistic Type of hoe gon' swallow me until she finish it Yeah, you cute, but that ain't enough, I need a thicker We wasn't cuttin' it, lil' baby need some bigger That's a 30, this a 50, this a bigger stick Pop the perky now, n***a, you feelin' sick as s*** Just made a flip as s***, my n***a gettin' rich as s*** She actin' innocent, but she ain't really innocent I just caught another bag, made five in the oven N***a f***in' bags, I made five in the shower And I'm all f***in' tasked, spendin' bags Bought a thousand, who them n****s gettin' that? Don't ask us, they around us, kickin' dozens Quarter-pounders still, walkin' with the chopsticks still Got it on me, walkin' out the farm, I got a lot of pills Got it on me, walkin' out the bank, I got a lot of bills Oh, hunnid, sip your old red, show you how it feel I don't trust him, that's a cold red, show me how it feel Hunnid, b***h, the hotel, we got the lobby filled I don't trust him, that's a cold red, show me how it feel Hunnid, b***h, the hotel, we got the lobby filled Get it, that kitty cat, give me that I'm a type of n***a, break your back, then run it back She soakin' on my f***in' lap, she love to dab I'ma hit it, make her f***in' mad, I make her mad She a b***h, b***h, get it, girl So get it, girl, I'm that n***a That hit it, girl That hit it, girl