[Intro:]
Ayye, ayee, ayyeeee (x3)
[Hook: x2]
What if I pull up on them things and your b*tch on my di*k?
What if my squad lose their temper and get reckless on tricks
What if I'm talking to connects and we gon load up the strap
And if you're talkin money n*gga f*ck the sign language crap
[Verse 1: SD]
n*ggas b*tches I get money, I love spending this sh*t
You waste my time then that's your life, I confiscate it like your b*tch
Yeah I'm a boss and she gon go cuz I'mma swim through this b*tch
And there ain't no stackin money, splurgin, I'mma ball like I'm Knicks
He wanna play then we can play, I make my shorty's go fetch
b*tch I'm a general with this, I sit back an assist
The paparazzi takin pictures so take a pic of my b*tch
Cuz I be f*ckin all these hoes, no I can't credit a b*tch
Be talking guns, we can shoot we take his back off his hip
I get this money for my daughter, I can't go like no b*tch
You talkin money, now he's speaking, now he's robbin the strap
I get this money for my daughter, I can't go like no b*tch
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Frenchie]
No need for me to get you, I know where your chick stay
I call my n*gga SD, he'll give me the SK
GBE, BSM, BSM, GBE
That yellow tape, you'll know it's me
I'll hang his ass, no Jesus Piece
Kick in his door, I need the beef
Cops check my guns, I got the Queens piece
Roam the court, is he deceased?
Construction workers have to leave the streets
Give me 2 days, I'mma clean the streets
2 Ks and I'm on this speech
Malcolm X, by any means
I don't believe in dreams but I'mma have my day
Rap n*ggas be lyin
Swear to God they be tryin
It's Brick Squad, 300 gang
We only f*ck with n*ggas that be mobbin'
Ridin' on my opps
The other side, them other guys
Cross the line? That's another boy to get popped!
[Hook]