[Intro]
There's not a soul in here—
[Verse 1: Merlyn Wood]
Pull up to your house and dump like a trash man
All up in your grill, but I'm not a fan
Merlyn, I do no hat-trick, just show me where the cash at
Then show me where the hash at, f** that, show me where the cash at
I would rather be on acid, rather make investments
Come out of that debt, we'll come out of those bed sheets
I'm like the IRS, pull up to your address
I was trying my best to seizure, but pull it like Ke$ha
Jonny Dang gon' ice my diamonds, up out that freezer
I used to be broke, I don't got amnesia
I used to deal with both, now it's black victims
She know not to call collect if she go to prison
[Chrous: Merlyn Wood]
Move to the window and drizzle with that pitter-pat
[?]
Where you n***as at
Where the cash at? Used to ask that
Where the cash at? Used to ask that
Move to the window and drizzle with that pitter-pat
[?]
Where you n***as at?
Where the cash at? Used to ask that
Where the cash at? Used to ask that
[Verse 2: Matt Champion]
At night I bring them out
I was sleeping upside-down
Keep you up, I come around
They stay right up on my tip
Send me a pic whenever you slip
Hoping this outflow my scales
Full throttle whenever I blaze
Fifty mil, put it under my wheel
Human, I see through your eyes
Until my CCC wide open to my skin
They can see the run
They feel like they been kicking DDR
Bustin' out the bar, human out the tour
They grip [?] of the gas
Miss the days I can't get back
[Chrous: Merlyn Wood]
Move to the window and drizzle with that pitter-pat
[?]
Where you n***as at
Where the cash at? Used to ask that
Where the cash at? Used to ask that
Move to the window and drizzle with that pitter-pat
[?]
Where you n***as at?
Where the cash at? Used to ask that
Where the cash at? Used to ask that