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