Verse: 1
Old nigga flossing super hard with a bald head
Lakers vs Warriors, crypto center, point spread
It was late night, nigga had to cut off the lights
Pull up on baby girl, I'm bout to terminate on sight
She got in the ride, it's time glide, then we dipped off
Picked up my cousin Cooch and headed off to the bar
Pulled in the gas station, stepped out, replenish the car
Roll the gas up my nigga, smoking out the exhaust
We some flame throwers, head Swinging like some cobras
Hit the corner, tires screeching like a Chevy nova
Beat a bitch at her own game, Kournikova
I ain't even in the mood, baby please move over
She relinquished all her rights, we chasing paper most nights
Uneducated guess no Maury Povich
Catfish on a PO boy, that's a cold bitch
You ain't even in our league, we the fucking owners

Hook: x2
We played Monopoly, ya bitch got on top of me, if it wasn't what it was, then why the fuck you stopping me

Verse: 2
Who's the Mack hoe, we left the ratchet at the door
Moonwalked across the floor, and slid like a baby toe
I ain't even in the mood to play with yo dumb ass
Sat the ass on the glass, avalanche, it broke fast
Freaks up the stair case, the pussies out, they wearing lace
Music bumping, cooch humping, talking bout he need a taste
Gasman and Cooch the Mack, what they know about that jack
Filet mignon kept the bitches running back like crack
Show stoppers and dope rappers, quaniche and Racks
We mo vicious, mo bitches counting up in the back
Smoking cheeba with the heat up, parlay in the Lac
Got yo bitch giving head, she gone suck from the back.

Hook: x4
We played Monopoly, ya bitch got on top of me, if it wasn't what it was, then why the fuck you stopping me