[Intro:]
Helluva made this beat, baby
[42 Dugg:]
I got a hundred on this bitch, I don’t miss often, for real
Back to back ‘Cats, I don’t miss walkin’
Come get your bitch off me, I’m known for shit talkin’
I’m known for script bustin’
Ain’t no iffy, yeah that bitch fuckin’
Get money, ayy that’s all I ever knew
You got a dollar on that bitch, you better shoot
(You got a dollar on that bitch, you better shoot)
[Team Eastside Peezy:]
Thousand grams in that pot, thousand beans down the way
Thousand gram cuban on my neck, Dweller, fuck a Patek
And your bitch, she gon’ fuck for a check
When you say it, say my name with some fuckin’ respect
All these losses I done took, I appreciate the wins
When your car cost two hundred you appreciate the Benz
Had a threesome with my bitch, I appreciate her friend
Cooper Street to my hood, we gon’ keep it in the fam nigga
Get chicken, I ain’t never been a ham nigga
Got it out the mud, I ain’t never did a scam nigga
RIP to all the fallen soldiers, free the fam nigga
Shut the fuck up if you ain’t got a hundred bands nigga
[42 Dugg:]
Ayy shut the fuck up if you can’t move a hundred grams nigga
I’m the man in here, residue on all the pans in here
Shit get ran in here, bitch I done blew a hundred bands this year
Ain’t no cappin’, if I get fucked up, bitch it ain’t no rappin’
[EWM Kdoe:]
It’s all action, if we gon’ do it, do it with a passion
We ain’t just rappin’, we state the facts like we dispatchin’
These niggas dick suckin’, they ridin’ waves like a crew captain
Niggas lost they way ’cause with them ups, we done blew past ’em
Put these niggas on they back, get these boys a coffin
They ain’t got no money, have ’em take it out the church offering
Left a hole in the nigga head like a sea dolphin
Every nigga in my team want bodies like an auction
[Bagboy Mell:]
Yeah Glock forty homie, I do no talking
Ten bands on your head, have my bro off you
Yeah, I only fuck with real niggas
6 Mile, East Warren, I’m with real hitters
Yeah clout chasing, nigga get your bitch fucked
On my way to Western U to get my dick sucked
Bitch head so weak, can’t get my dick up
Yeah I don’t want your bitch, come pick your bitch up
[Cash Kidd:]
Bitch dick suckin’
Heard I shoot trips and swipe hair for bitches
Play with toys, rap, and get bows in, merry Christmas
Niggas know who to play with, ain’t gotta tell these niggas
Hanging out the window, get to blowing like an air conditioner
Fuck it, hop out with that ratchet like the man on Cheaters
All these watches, all these pouches, feel like Jerry Springer
Can’t name one bitch I can’t fuck
Slow down baby girl, when you suck it ain’t no rush
Bitch say she got a nigga, she look single through these buffs
Did a hark on that nigga, that shit really came in clutch
‘Bout to pull up, rock a nigga’s shit like he stuck
If it ain’t ’bout no money, nigga shut the fuck up, nigga
[East Warren Buck:]
A thousand beans in her pussy, have your bitch stuffed
Thirty racks on this Rollie, this bitch lit up
A nigga reach for this bitch, get his shit crushed
Twenty bottles on the way, light this bitch up
A nigga speakin’ on my name, got his bitch fucked
I got some 6 Mile hoes, get your bitch jumped
If you ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money, shut the fuck up
(If you ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money, shut the fuck up)
[Cash Kidd, Peezy, East Warren Buck, & 42 Dugg:]
(If it ain’t ’bout no money, nigga shut the fuck up, nigga)
(Shut the fuck up if you ain’t got a hundred bands nigga)
(If you ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money, shut the fuck up)
(Ayy shut the fuck up if you can’t move a hundred grams nigga)
(If it ain’t ’bout no money, nigga shut the fuck up, nigga)
(Shut the fuck up if you ain’t got a hundred bands nigga)
(If you ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money, shut the fuck up)
(Ayy shut the fuck up if you can’t move a hundred grams nigga)
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