[Verse One: Jay]
S*** ain't the same no more
Can't trust these n***** or these h***
I don't give a damn about those fancy clothes
Dickies and a white T, that's all I know
B****, I know the game I got it from my mom
Now I'm on my own that's all I got
Hit the plug I guess it's back to the plot
Won't stop 'til I'm riding drop top
Drop top on that Benz, drop top on your b****
Now I'm getting [?] looking rich
Hundreds on my d***, hundreds on your b****
Hundreds on my swag. Catch me with the grip
Sliding through your f****** side
Heel gang down to f****** ride
Hit my line with a price, we ca serve you right
Hit my line with a price, we ca serve you right
[Hook: Brandon Blair]
Riding through on a Friday night
[?] it's a sight
I'mma shine, I'mma light
I'mma shine, I'mma light
I'mma light, I'mma light, I'mma light
I'mma light, I'mma light, I'mma light
I'mma light, I'mma light, I'mma light
I'mma light, I'mma light
[Verse Two: Jay]
Riding down the highway. Getting high everyday
Shout out Eastside Rico we be out here making plays
Money on the flow. We be pimping on these h***
Money on the flow. We be rolling up the dro
From the f****** O. N****, watcha know?
Heel gang out here with the money flow
B****, I'm getting rack and I'm smoking sacks
Riding in that Chevy mobbing all black
Got the fitted cap twisted to the back
Got the weed. Twisting blunts in the back
Got five h*** sitting on my lap
New-age pimping just like that
B**** I got the work and I'm serving good
Posted in my hood looking hella good
Franchize we be mobbing, Heel Gang we be mobbing
Franchize we be mobbing, Heel Gang we be mobbing
[Chorus]