[Verse 1: Project Pat]
I ain't playing bout that paper, Serious bout that betty
I want that Rarri like mob life, Frank Nitty
Disrespect, turn your brains into baked ziti
Young n***a, out the window holding that case steady
We in the club, V.I.P keep them bottles coming'
I got that trap dick she fiend for, keep her coming
Louie Vs, all designer, check my shoes ho
I got that fish scale swag, that's some good blow
I like my money coming fast, but that head slow
We on the mollies and that kush, let a n***a know
We'll split yo sh**, stomp yo punk a** to the floor
Shut this motherf**er down, give em a real show
[Chorus: Project Pat]
My money long long long, Wells Fargo
Plenty whips, big garage that's where my cars go
I hustle hard, moving fast like a Lambo
I bought my whole squad choppers, b**h I'm Rambo
I'm in this club, I'm high as f**
Ain't never a motherf**er gonna f** with me (x3)
I'm in this club, I'm high as f**
Ain't never a motherf**er gonna f** with me (x3)
[Verse 2: Nasty Mane]
We popping bottles in the club, huh (Mafia!)
Smoking green pa**ing mollies to them hoes, huh (Mafia!)
We on that Ace, we need bout 20 more
Them sparklers on them bottles look like a firework show (Mafia!)
We in this b**h, we with yo b**h
You a police trying to handcuff her
Say i beat the p**y like she stole something
That's a metaphor for I f**ed her
You mad tho, she glad tho
She say I'm the sh**, no toilet bowl
I got plenty paper like a toilet roll
I got more b**hes than a dog pound
So I play the field for a touchdown
Pull the dress up, and them panties down
Tell her bounce it back like a rebound
Act the fool when we fool around
That's cold blooded, my heart flooded
With ice water and i don't give a f**
That pistol on me like a missile homie
And i'll shoot that b**h if you n***as jump
[Chorus]