[Verse 1: Shorty K]
n***a I ain't on sh** but a cash out
Bad yellow b**h with her a** out
Top drop back on a new SL
My grandma tell me I'm doing well
Smoking on dope but I'm on probation
Ain't even tell the PO about my vacation
Dopeboy crazy I put it on nation
Talking my sh** on the way to the station
Tell me what you know about me
Balling and my whole city know about me
Riding in the hard top wide body
Running through my city like I'm John Gotti
[Hook] x2
Too Short's back
Got racks on racks f** your b**h off back
Bet I smell like loud everywhere I'm at
Cause if I ain't on lean then you know I'm slapped
[Verse 2: Tris J]
I tell em 24 carrot gold wrapped around my knuckle
Wrist watch hating chain is too
Windows phone scroll let me call my n***a Russel
Thats a n***a's j**eler in case these fools scuffle
Booming through my city got my speakers going loco
Only n***a ever put 8 b**hes in the photo
Love from Acapulco
What I let it go for
55 n***a but you knew that from the go though
Hold on
Tris J
Pour it by the liter
Bout to film a flick baby
You and her can feature
Very well connected and very well respected
Snap my f**ing fingers it'll get reckless in a second
[Hook] x2
[Verse 3: Sir Michael]
I'm relaxing
Neiman Marcus shopping and Saksing
Cocaine we be chopping my apartment be taxing
And my partner crack them credit cards and cash in
I love the money thats my heart my pa**ion
Pull up in the Cayman with a Trinidad b**h
Probably mixed with Jamaican
Only hit her on occasion
Christmas birthdays she get in the worst ways
5 cellphones in my jeans thats a work day
I'm too busy for the broke sh**
4.6 range rovers n***a oh sh**
Give em the finger like a nose pick
And take the mothaf**ing picture
I don't pose b**h
[Hook] x2