(Quan The Don313 Verse)

Uh-huh, Roxi Gang, nigga
Uh-huh, M30 on the tab, count them bitches by the thousand
I was really in the city, had them fuckin' pills pilin
Niggas hatin' on a dog cause you know I'm really wildin

Yeah, bitch, you know I'm really stylin
Gucci Dior, bitch, you know I got the latest drip
Niggas know I came up in the game on the 7 strip
40 with a scope, lil' nigga, knock your shit back

Yeah, you know I'm goin' hard, baby, got some kickback
Yeah, you know I'm goin' so dumb, best believe that
Told them niggas I was goin' hard, this intriguing
I was in the hood actin' like a damn heathin

Had these fiends on my neck, yeah, they niggas steady fiendin
I'ma get back, yeah, you know this nigga on the mode
I was tryin' to get back to it, bitch, I'm really on the low
These niggas hatin' on me cause I really got consistency

Niggas know these niggas know ain't never seen no bitch in me
40 with a dick, bitch, you know I'm with the shit
So I ain't playin' damn rolls cause I'm really, really lit
I'm tryin' to pull up in the Rolls, goin' stunt up on a bitch

Move it by the pound, nigga, move it by the brick
You know I'm goin' harder than a motherfuckin' bitch
I'm a 7-mile nigga, got it off the fuckin' strip
My daddy was a buster, he was actin' like a bitch

He ain't even do his do's, but you know I'm really lit
But I ain't got no time cause I was tryin' to build my confidence
I was whippin' up the pots, you know I had to drop the shit
Yeah, I had to go and get it cause you know I lock the shit
I was really with the pots, you know that I'm a lock and smith, bitch

(Money Power Verse)

I'm off 3-5, a cookie and a 8, I can't feel my face
Aunty in a trap, tweakin' out, she just lick the plates
You can't talk trap if you ain't in the streets every day

Could turn the split to a half a, watch it fly away
The trap goin' crazy, don't you think about robbin' me
The Drac off safety, I'm masked up like it's Halloween
Say, son, you pussies big as ain't gon' take nothin

I did some dirt, so this Drac hold an extra hunnid
I'm lookin' for the opps to want my top, I didn't get it yet
I'm hangin' out the window with a whip cause I'm into that
I'm sick of hearin' all the lies and the chitty-chat

Anejo mixed wit dusse got me stabbin' the kitty cat
Before I let a nigga take me, you know the rest
762s out the chopper, eatin' up his chest
I'm a vet, ridin' in the vet, tossin' up my set

Amiri Jeans, Dolce & Gabbana, my fit wet
Can't give a fuck about another nigga
But if you disrespect my set, I'ma come and get you
I pop the 30, got me sweatin', this bitch so official

My eyes blush out red, I hope you get the picture
Ridin' with a bad bitch
She don't talk, she just love how I stab the whip
These niggas fluke as hell, shooters might pass the stick

I'm the type that shoot not once, but an extra clip
Glock 23, I'm stayin' back, got an extra grip

(Big Drez Verse)

They say that they gon' smoke, well, then let's talk about it
If I up this 4-5, bitch, you gon' walk around it

I done dove up in the pussy, and this shit astounded
Niggas' pockets full of lint, that's why you steady frownin
Spendin' blocks off in the scat, you know he steady clownin
Can't pay nothin' but these bitches, nigga, how you really soundin'

Niggas stack your paper up, but you gon' see him houndin
Turn her over, finna back, she finna take a poundin
All my niggas with the shit, they know for spendin' blocks
If I catch that nigga out, you know he gettin' dropped

I dare a nigga try my bitch, you gettin' hit with Glocks
I'ma stuff you in the trunk, and I'ma spin your block
I'm takin' all contact, bitch, I'll never flop
Slap the switch up on that bitch, and it'll never stop

All my niggas from the slums, we done came up
Never switchin' on the game, we share the same blood, nigga