Verse 1: Lamar] Talk about it, make em about it Life to me is currency, I got it And your life to me is like its livin' on life support I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy the biggest heart Nigga play your part or park your ego next to me and violence Next to me is no one, I'm one of one And I musta won that from who had it or better yet forgot it Mack in the back of a with a mac in the back of a 'Lac a latch on the back of the trunk Hit a in the back with a pump in the back, till he's off balance And I'm back in the front of the front of the future you are mentioning talent And I'm in the back in the back of the with a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance on the block key watch for the block or whatever And cut no cut more guns more guts boy you fucked up twice you fucked considerin' you drownin' Die in a lake with a date with a catfish back flip first smilin' C-cry in the of Jesus we just pray we keep on stylin' On you bitches TDE YMCMB bitch
2: Ace Hood] Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with Dont talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept bitch like Bailey Okay big money on this side, 100 grand for the my bitch drive Need a new safe money getting too high, dead presidents all in my Boy I swear this nigga be swagging, and I'm living cop me an Aston, Martin on 'em Anything I I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass ain't normal Gotta put pound game on her, beat it up she deep in a coma I'm super paid, 2 a day My gold, no time to waste What it do Berg, my fuckin' Keep that pistol by me my lovely momma Hot as the summer, as the winter Stay on them charts, I heard they plotting my timber Young nigga, got a lot of Any nigga don't believe me, I make it look easy out of control
[Verse 3: Box of choppers, hand on the trigger gangsta, get it how we get it Third Ward soldier, rider minded, hundred mill on the counter Hand Persian rug nigga, on the Bugatti Christian Louboutin, for my models Higher than Bugatti nigga, on the fish scales diving for them hundreds, strapped up making mail Fr-fresher than I before Higher than we even been, shining on 24s Junior doing ho On the grind ho, while he time ho
Mack Maine] Ya know! The time is money and still was made baby months aint stop nothing nigga Its like jail was third base and my lil still came home, ya understand
[Verse 4: Maine] Im from the hood where bitches hold coke in they diapers Thats why when the babies grow up damn be like us I came a long ways from rhyming up in crazy Man Im so happy my lil brother came home Rikers Shout out to BP, Thugga, Flow and Boy?] My Lucifer, I spit hell boy My heart numb, aint no I cant withstand And I hold my niggas boy like a kickstand Get off my nuts, stop acting like a fam Lil nigga finish puberty, ya own dick damn I went from watching time fly on and Red porch To cruising through the streets of Miami in a red Me and Stunna fly, we should the Air Force up niggas, the fuck you brought them chairs for? I went making money from people with crack habits To thanking God Im in a whole nother tax