[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Uh, we book n***as for shows
Take all they money and j**elry
Put good dick in these hoes
bu*t naked, leave 'em exposed
My b**hes, I line 'em up
Sex texts, naked pics, have 'em thinking she down to f**
That's my MO, at the M-O-T-E-L
With a hot plate of some hard b**h, I bet these sells
Quicker than Jordans on a Saturday, psycho like Donny Hathaway
I just want to make dough and f** b**hes like I'm a Latter-Day
Saint, but I ain't, b**h I'm one of Satan's descendents
Fathering n***as flows, I should claim 'em like they're dependents
Taxin' n***as on wax cause they get in rap just to act
Trappin' and packing gats, I was rapping after the fact
Arrest court date, hard times, heart break
Grind 'til the last crumb, selling dubs soft shake
And the cluckers can't wait
Is you working today or not Fred
An open shop and a close mouth'll keep your mouth fed
[Hook: Freddie Gibbs] x2
Lord giveth, Lord taketh away
Make a dollar, f** tomorrow, we gon' take it today
I guess I'm in to take your sh**, that's what it take to get paid
You a gangster, do your thing and take your sh** to the grave, n***a
[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Uh, we book n***as for clubs
They say they don't need security, claiming they really thugs
I'm legit, so I could give two sh**s if you really was
Plus I'm plugged with some fools that'll put your dick in the mud
Have a rapper do a walk through, let the n***a walk out
Pistols on the promoter, don't trip us or we're gonna chalk out
Showing n***as some show money
b**hes take off that shiny sh**
Man it's so dry, n***as is cutting they dope with vitamins
Acetone, hard to leave that crack alone
Government got h**n addicts strung out on this methodone
New dope, new wave, four P's, oxycotin, op's
Can't break it down or shoot it, think you gotta snort these
Plenty n***as OD, not just on d**
But I'm chasing money f** it, so the fo' wait for fo G's
And it was some bullsh**, but I had to get it in
Took it back from his a** and re-up and sell that sh** again...Gibbs
[Hook]