[Verse 1: TomArts] One for the money f** all them other funny numbers I promised my crew We would rake dough up by the hundreds I ain't stoppin' till' I do that Smoked out in a GH crewneck These n***as wondering what to do next Start by offering your girl to me for rough s** Small sacrifice just to get your boo wet New sheets means huge suplex Drippin' so wipe me down where my shoes at I know yall feel me Minus the d** Ya'll gone have to deal me If not yall gone have to k** me Just keep it trill G Ya'll got low standards I get lifted and chuck dueces at the cameras All I need is family bad b**hes and vanity With all the bullsh** My mind finds the sanity All I wanna do is get high and then vanquish Critics keep quiet Your opinions been relanquished Bumpin my toons burnin on some stank sh** Leave yo eyes lower than this basement I like to call this dank sh** Ya'll smokin what I like to call basic b**h TomArts signing the f** out!!