[Verse 1: Chevy Woods]
Somebody tell these n***as we get money too
We out here ballin' my n***a there ain't that much to do
Ya, we gettin' paper and my diamonds clear
I slammed the door on that old school and then I slap the gear
Uh, and all this paper's mine and you know that
Them 22's I chrome that
Them [?] on and that's throwback
I had a nine five back in 95
And that's Taylor Gang so I would be trying
You n***as know me that's or die
You n***as know me that's or die, TGOD
[Hook: Chevy Woods X2]
We gettin' to this money what the f** you think
Just some young n***as tryna break the bank
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
[?] we celebrating
Here to talk but he hella paid
We don't care if it escalates
Some sh** just gon' never change
Ya'll gon' need better shades
Louis Vutton out the everglades
Do it wrong I ain't got no choice
New shoes and my Bentley [?]
Bad hoes on dick these days
I'm the bomb on [?]
Diamonds on my everything
Firearms and deadly strays
Blow jobs on [?]
[?] gold Chanel
It start at ten then go to twelve
We drunk as hell we smokin' L's
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Chevy Woods]
In the morning, like Alonzo
If it's bout' bread I got convoke
Four floors that's a condo
I be on point, that's Rondo
I got a lot of sh** on my mind
That's got to do with this money
No I ain't droppin' a dime and you rich n***as don't get it from me
Old friends callin' my phone and I don't know how they got my number
Same n***as I used to get it with same n***as they still runners
I don't knock it I just tell them take a break
They just tryna make that white girl blow up, Ricki Lake
[Hook]
[Outro]
Sledge told me k** em'
I put the red dot on them n***as head like an Indian, f** is wrong with you, uh
And we sippin' red cups, my n***as get drunk and they still f** you up
My n***a it's gang sh** my n***a, know what I'm sayin'?
Me and my n***as keep it on the left side
Bang that, what, 4,800 what's good?