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