[Verse 1: Fatt Kidd]
Money and cars and these clothes
And these hoes go slow-mo when you got rose gold
Then they say you winning like you scoring in the Pro Bowl
And I got no show for these haters trying to stop the dough dough
Smoke so much that I'm out on the ozone
Hitting these trees like Sonny Bono
Haters try to move me but I'm so prone ho
Cup of that Jesus Juice, what I'm on ho
Go slow like I'm leaning, flipping these n***as like Willie Beaman
n***as wake up everyday trying to stop my pay but they best keep dreaming
I fight for mine I do this, don't question why it sound stupid
I'm original you bit your flow cause you wack as f** you b**h you ho
Got b**hes kissing no mistletoe, got a white girl and she kiss the floor
If I ask her, I'm her master when I smash her she want to get some mo'
Don't flash a lot I'm Mr. Low cause I see what n***as be hitting for
You say I'm scared I say I'm prepared
For that hot sh** I leave 'em flared
f** these clowns like in the red light of the district
Got a bad girl she kissed it then wiped off her lipstick
I'm k**ing them ballistics, uh, no you don't need them
You know who did it you'll see him
So many bars you can't free him
Got a cold flow like the ice age
Burning heads like Mike's stage
I'll be good all my damn life and you'll just have your tight phase
Better than any other n***a that try to do it
Put me on any damn beat and I'm a screw it
Easy to me? Hell yeah ain't nothing to it
Bet everything against me you going to lose it
[Verse 2]
It's too easy n***a f** that
k** a n***a make sure he don't come back
k** a n***a with my f**ing flow dog
Why you trying to find out where the gun at?
Take a little trip to New Orleans trying to find music Zone Gang run that
If you can't understand that sh** you should wear a mother f**ing dunce cap
f** this sh** I don't want to rap I want to sing like Monica
Got a light skinned girl named Monica, and she blow me like a harmonica
I'm cold as f** like Hanukkah season, she believe in
A n***a like me but she know that when I f** I will be leaving
If that's your girl that's treason
I'm sorry I touched your property
And hit go like Monopoly
But your a** ain't going to be stopping me
If I wanted to stop myself I'd tell you call a cop on me
Making all the shots and ain't nobody out here blocking me
Getting green like brocolli, bad girl like chocolate
Man she always f** with me, last night she was on top of me
Oh my God, Fatt Kidd in the studio cooking up that straight drop for me