(Lola Monroe) This beat is fucking (Chevy) Turn the up a little bit more. Cool. (Chevy) All these bitches love it All niggas they hate it They be to their stomachs at the look on they faces Me and my niggas just We make from nothin' we're just the money she sayin' "baby, I'm cumming" (Lola Monroe) All these niggas love it All these bitches they it at the look on they faces Me and my bitches just We make somethin' from I ride this so good the money never stop comin' (Chevy) new beast hella sick you probably when you pitch only had time for that combo for niggas scoring bricks no I lyin at all ask them fiends cuz they it my niggas empty them clips then fill em up that's I got a thing for that money, fast and that dope I was the fool, I was selling 20s or so like anything for a dolla, but I was cool myself you gotta fight for your what would you do for the them bitches is (?) blow a from that pistol hot magazines so you can come get your issue all of them taylors a and all you was a whistle it's really over here cuz all my niggas official (Lola Monroe) Ok, oh shit, Chevy they gon' me grab a machete Whole ready, bitch better go down like confetti I push harder than pussies giving I say now these dry ass sending thirst my way got the city on my shoulder my drive ain't never chauffered can no mothafuckas tell me to go, when to stay, what to do, how to play (?) and no opposing my I be exposing hoes like how you (?) until you grind like me and it in the struggles shut the fuck up our lions in to miss the I'm curtains so you can throw the towels in Versa chi linens my style been within