[Hook] Pistols and robbers and strippers from Follies A few bricks from papi, Lambos and Rari's Chevy's and Caddy's and Cutla** Supremes These are a few of our favorite things [Verse 1: CyHi Da Prynce] None of us was accustomed to living rich Unless you was a hustler, hustling, flipping bricks Got a quarter pound of mid and took out the switches and sticks Never claimed to be a saint, so I bagged them b**hes in nicks Cut for Christmas, they wasn't giving me sh** I was runnin' the streets, I was physically fit I swear to god I punch a n***a dead in the tongue If he say me and my n***as wasn't hittin' them licks Maintenance man if you ever needed a fix Cause we needed new clothes and we need new kicks Plus a old school Chevrolet, deuces on the Escalade The freshest J's and the stripper ho named Desiree Franck Muller with the big faced bezel 40 cal and the .38 special Cause it's some sh** in the street that n***a can't settle Cause we all think on the same level, that why we love [Hook x2] [Verse 2: CyHi Da Prynce] When I was young I got locked up for a B and E Kick ya door off the hinges like it's TNT Strong arm ya for your shoes call it GNC Cause I knew it wasn't nothing for me underneath the tree I been a dreamchaser since a teenager Blue collar but I'm attracted to green paper I bought a black strap cause it make me seem safer Magnum L town, n***as won't hesitate to cremate ya Y'all out here sellin' chickens like the sh** is Harold's Go to jail and start singin' like the Christmas carol Got more muscle in the streets than a '96 Camaro Gunplay done k**ed more people than the sickle cell, huh Rest In Peace to my n***a Gerald The line between life and d**h is really narrow What you know about shoot outs at the Waffle House Every time I'm near my partners this is what they talk about [Hook]