[Intro: Fly-Ty]
Yeah, these n***as out here ain't right, y'all
They out here singin'
Fly-Ty, y'all know what it is
Fly-Ty, what up
[Hook: Juelz Santana]
30,000 on my wrist, f** you saying?
Count the cash at the lot, no complaining
p**y n***as pointing fingers at my arrangement
They out here singing in these streets like Usher Raymond
Usher Raymond, Usher Raymond
These n***as singing in these streets like Usher Raymond
Usher Raymond, Usher Raymond
These n***as singing in these streets like Usher Raymond
[Verse 1: Fly-Ty]
30,000, all twenties, blew that on one watch
100 bands, all hundreds, blew that on one drop
Five bricks, broke down, sold that on one block
Those [?] go for ten dollars, one color on one block
Play around with Fly money, a n***a must wanna die money
I'ma get rich or die trying, put that on Sha Money
Did fifteen, came home, ball hard like I never left
In the town house, on Lenox Road, made with it, and the chef
It's Fly-Ty, know the name, I get money, know the game
I trip poppy, one call, he bring mo' trucks
Queens n***a, ballin' hard, my gear, slow bucks
Balenciagas on my feet, Fly-Ty don't walk cheap
[Hook: Juelz Santana]
30,000 on my wrist, f** you saying?
Count the cash at the lot, no complaining
p**y n***as pointing fingers at my arrangement
They out here singing in these streets like Usher Raymond
Usher Raymond, Usher Raymond
These n***as singing in these streets like Usher Raymond
Usher Raymond, Usher Raymond
These n***as singing in these streets like Usher Raymond
[Verse 2: Cap-1]
A hundred bricks gone out of room service
Any b**h seen with me, she's 'bout to serve her purpose
Flat foot pimpin', I don't have feelings
Pulled up to the club, I don't have a ceiling
200 K large, 'bout to Instagram it
With my centerfold b**h, she 'bout as thick as Janet
These n***as singing songs, n***as Usher Raymond
How the f** you pull that b**h? These n***as must be payin'
I don't pay that b**h sh**, barely pay attention
Tryna whip that new Mercedes, that's my favorite engine
Shouts out to my real n***as, steak sauce sweet, A1
Only f** with the bossest b**hes, first deals when that yay come
Run around with them shooters, n***a, my young n***as, they'll shake something
And these n***as singing in paper work, you don't like me n***a, then say something, I'm gone
[Hook: Juelz Santana]
30,000 on my wrist, f** you saying?
Count the cash at the lot, no complaining
p**y n***as pointing fingers at my arrangement
They out here singing in these streets like Usher Raymond
Usher Raymond, Usher Raymond
These n***as singing in these streets like Usher Raymond
Usher Raymond, Usher Raymond
These n***as singing in these streets like Usher Raymond
[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
These n***as be singing, tell 'em hold up
That mac barrel look like doughnut
From Chiraq back to New York
One n***a get smoked like Newport
Head shot full of veg, that red dot
Red beams on his face like red hot
Got a couple young n***as with dreadlocks
Rob me, bullets fly through his dreadlocks
Ask about me, I'm 'bout that life
Change n***as and I won't think twice
These n***as, they snitch, they mice
Gave my n***a Young Cory life
[?]
No new n***as, no tellin'
LV on my feet, they illin'
[?] we chillin'
My youngins shoot like barren
I got that D spot jammin'
My youngins shoot like Kevin
I got that D spot jammin'
I got it by the weight, I'm never changin'
And I gotta stay low, I see Usher Raymond
[Hook: Juelz Santana]
30,000 on my wrist, f** you saying?
Count the cash at the lot, no complaining
p**y n***as pointing fingers at my arrangement
They out here singing in these streets like Usher Raymond
Usher Raymond, Usher Raymond
These n***as singing in these streets like Usher Raymond
Usher Raymond, Usher Raymond
These n***as singing in these streets like Usher Raymond