[Intro: Jaye]
East side, east side, east side
Til I die, 'til I die
Yeah, fly mob sh**, n***a
Fly motherf**ers get with it, n***a
[Verse 1: Jaye]
I got noodles on the stove, fridge full of O's
I pour the champagne and give myself a toast
Yes I mean to boast, swag I hold the most
I hang around with goons, I got a closet full of gold
Rep that ET straight east side, where we let that beef ride
f** around and get deep fried, Givenchy rag in my Levis
Been fly since knee-high, your b**h was stolen by the new guy
Smokin' weed got borin' and man, I'm lookin' to find some new high
Baby girl, give me two sides, super-size with those leg and thighs
Get in that p**y and improvise, I get it wet then I go inside
Best believe I gotta shine, best believe I go for mine
Super-villain, Megamind, you just a eight and I need a dime
Long paper, short gangster that's semi-9 fit me fine
Hit a n***a like twenty times, you try to run, hit you from behind
f** n***as better stay in line, gettin' paid off f**in' crime
Take a look at how a boss ride, Scarface, the world is mine
[Hook: Jaye]
All I do is stack, I don't f** with you n***as
All I want is these b**hes, all I want is these riches (Money)
All I want is this money, all I want is these b**hes
Pop beans when I lean, it's like it's all a dream
We like Gods
(Dear God, I wonder can you save me?
We like Gods
I can't die, my Boo-Boo's bout to have my baby)
We like Gods
(Dear God, I wonder can you save me?
We like Gods
I can't die, my Boo-Boo's bout to have my baby)
We like Gods
[Verse 2: Jaye]
Strapped up like I'm Rambo, swaggin' out in my camos
Makin' n***as examples, I thought I told you go HAM ho
My Sprite dirty, I sip it slow, b**h bad she dip it low
She do what I say cause I get the dough
But f** that b**h, I'm tryin' to get me mo'
The f** you think that I'm in it for?
I done came up in a Benz
Bad b**h and her friends
All this money I f**in' spend
I can't do nothin' but f**in' win
Here I go again tryin' not to sin (Sorry)
f** it, orange juice lots of gin
sh** f** it, okay, I'm drunk
Man these b**hes better swallow dick
Hollow tips on these p**y n***as
They not real, they counterfeit
Bad b**hes make my dick bigger
n***as mad, n***as mad, they don't f** with that little n***a
Wouldn't have it any other way
f** anything that them n***as say
f** them n***as, boy, get your pay
Hustle hard like every day
That bad b**h, I turned her out, she so in love what a n***a 'bout
I ain't tryin' to f**, I just want her mouth
Sippin' lean like I'm in the south
But this sh** in the Midwest
Praise the lord to my last breath
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]
Ab-Soul, new God flow
Imagine Kanye West pushin' a ton
Yayo in my vocals
I'm flippin' the bird and flippin' the tongue
Middle fingers up to the Po-po
Still no love to these hoes though
All I want is these b**hes (Soul-o)
All I want is these riches (Soul-o)
Bird crumbs to you pigeons
I'm gettin' high in the lo-lo
Gettin' head while I drive, but, I don't even drive yo
Make a right at that light
Pop a bean, I just might
Bag your b**h, I just did
She said she seen me on VEVO
Easy call, west side
We keep the peace and pull straps out
You in the back, I lead the pack
You either pack or get packed out
I eat the track, I send it back and deposit checks and pull cash out
You blowin' cot, I'm blowin' pot, I'm throwin' rocks at your gla** house
f** you think I do it for?
I done came up, fifty grand in like fifty days, Goddamn
I wrote this sh** faded in Amsterdam
Jesus pieces ain't enough
Chop that lamb and paint it blood
Before I lay me down to sleep, I pray the lord my soul to keep
[Hook]