| You know how it go, baby you know how it go |
| I’m doing shows on the road |
| Getting dough girl you know how it go |
| Fucking hoes hoes girl you know how it go |
| Counting rolls girl you know how it go |
| I got my pole girl you know how it go |
| I can’t trust a soul girl you know how it go |
| I be counting stacks smoking thrax on the road |
| After she give me neck break the back on ya ho |
| I ain’t with that capping put a cap in yo skull |
| I know it’s usually Tray Savage but I got this Mac to your skull |
| Give my 30 to Tadoe |
| Bullets fly like birdies so lay low |
| Like French niggas acting so its me and Bankroll |
| I am pistol packin and I know, they don’t need to say so |
| Smoking loud pack for my problems |
| But I got a mac that a solve them |
| I tote 30's no revolvers |
| Aim at ya medulla like, «Now what?» |
| Kush got me brain damaged smoking all this sour |
| And I got my clout boy, fuck all these cowards |
| He say he a Clout-Boy then fucking clapped him |
| Fucking with my racks boy, bullet shells gon' find him |
| He say he a clout boy then fucking cloud him |
| Fucking with my racks boy buck shots gone find him |
| I ain’t with the actin but I got extended clips |
| Flexin like you bout it but your chest can get ripped |
| He think he Titanic put a gat to your ship |
| Pistol got me vibrating fuck a nigga in here |
| Only thing I know I ain’t scared to light them big bills |
| Only thing I know better stop worrying bout mine and get theirs |
| But that’s how it go when you at the top looking at the |
| Bottom of the world like, «Damn I used to be there.» |
| I ain’t with that opp shit or that cop shit |
| But I am with Glo Gang we get the gwap quick |
| All these niggas up in they feelings |
| Smoking loud pack I can’t hear my feelings |
| All a nigga want is some billions |
| But im smoking loud pack while I spend my millions |
| No MC Hammer bitch I’m Sosa Jigga |
| No I dont know nothing no I didn’t did it |