Well, that's too hot, bitch
Chicken boy, fire, nigga
Yeah, too much money in the trap, can't even count it up
Foes don't fit on the Audi, had to lift it up

Y'all be rappin' fairytales, y'all don't do that stuff
They said dope ain't no good if auntie ain't whip it up
If you get that bitch alone, she gon' give it up
You can tell this bitch fast when I riv it up

If I bump it to my opp, I'ma smack him up
We get the drop on where they at, we gon' clap it up
Treat him like some weed, we just wrap him up
I can see everything around me when I'm backin' up

I see niggas at the trap, but they don't trap like us
Said there's money in my head, we puttin' rackies up
I know who to call when it's all on the line
I know niggas lyin' when they run, niggas gon' end up dyin'

I just put up in the limo, now I'm gettin' paid by Sprite
When I say I got two 23s, I ain't talkin' bout no mics
When I say I get them bitches sold, I'm talkin' bout your life
When I tell you that them bitches sold, you shoulda came last night

You can't come up, you don't hit the road, you ain't never risk your life
Yeah, you know I keep my pistol close, it's froze-ly on ice
Yeah, too much money in the trap, can't even count it up
Ford don't ' fit on the Audi, had to lift it up

Y'all be rappin' fairy tales, y'all don't do that stuff they said dope ain't no good if Auntie ain't whip it up
If you get that bitch alone, she gon' give it up
You can tell this bitch fast when I rip it up

If I bump it to my opp, I'ma smack him up
We get the drop on where they at, we gon' clap it up