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[Intro: Coach Joey, Cash Kidd]
n*gga I just spent thirty on a watch (Yeah, uh-huh)
(Coach me Joey)
And this the second time
(Motherf*ckin' voice goin' out)
n*ggas say I be in my feelings (Ayy)
You ain't never lost a hundred thousand before, have you?
(Yea, yea yea)

[Verse 1: Cash Kidd]
I'm with Tay B and the Top Shotta
Ayy, b*tch, I'm off the chain like a rottweiler
Your b*tch neck got hydraulics

[Verse 2: FMB DZ & Tay B]
We done ran in yo' b*tch, she got high mileage
Told the b*tch get over here, I'm the don dada
A hundred-round AR, I smell like gunpowder
My fiend come every day, she won't stop coppin'
We get top dollar, call DZ cause he stop problems
Heart beating on the road with that sh*t on me
Plus, I got three hundred grams of that pit on me
Young n*gga living better than your big homie
A thousand hunnids on me got a blue brick on me

[Verse 3: Cash Kidd]
I done f*cked a thousand hoes, I got a list on me
You already know I'm with three hoes like I went bowling
Feeling like a snowman, I keep that stick on me
Get money all type of ways like I'm Rich Homie
Joe iced me up, now my wrist glowin'
[Verse 4: FMB DZ]
And I keep a mask on like I'm Mick Foley
Put some ice on my wrist like my sh*t swollen
[?] sat left side, and your b*tch drove

[Verse 5: Tay B & Cash Kidd]
I get it for the eight, from my big homie
Then sell it for the twenty-four like I'm with Kobe
Fifteen hunnid for these spikes put them kicks on me
I got a b*tch from the A, she put her lips on me
I'm in the crib, gettin' domed like a stadium
Call Cash, he gon' put that cash on your cranium (Uh-huh)

[Verse 6: Cash Kidd]
Call Rose, I'll be there around 8 pm
You know I keep that MAC on me like I'm Damia and them
All my b*tches know about my other b*tches
I don't let my n*ggas talk down on my other n*ggas
I don't let my b*tches talk down on my other b*tches
I'll blow you like some Bubbalicious, think you f*ckin' with us
Chicken on me, biscuit on my side like Popeyes
You be fighting over hoes, you like Popeye
Show up to your cut, clean sh*t out, like Peroxide
Yoshi on the corner with that pole, not no stop sign

[Verse 7: FMB DZ]
Think you f*ckin' with the gang, n*gga, stop lying
n*gga lay a hand on me, you know them shots fired
And I don't know if he got pole, but I got mine
Erry n*gga 'round me strapped up like we rock climb
[Verse 8: Tay B]
We gon' slide down his block like we cha-cha'in
f*ckin all over these n*ggas and I'm not tryin'
I'm a real young n*gga, I'm in my prime
I am not Tony Hawk, but I'm on my grind

[Verse 9: FMB DZ]
f*ckin' with a bougie b*tch and she don't smoke weed
Riding in a spaceship, it don't take no keys
Three thousand dollar fit, I'm in the AMG
And my n*ggas shootin' clips out the AMC

[Verse 10: Cash Kidd]
Pull up shooting like I'm SayCheese
On the road with a thousand selling fake P's
Doing credit card fraud up in Macy's
Blow a n*gga head off like I'm Kakey

[Verse 11: Tay B]
Beat a n*gga ass 'bout my sister like I'm Stacey
Yeah, I know you in love with her, but she basic
Yeah, I'm getting rich around these n*ggas, they can't face it
I keep lead on me, for them boys tryna erase me

[Verse 12: Coach Joey]
4746, n*gga, I'm a mogul
Cashed out at Gary's, didn't even know the total
Never seen a millionaire, baby, I'll show you
n*gga I don't shoot videos, I'll hoe you