[Verse 1: Cory is blank when the trigger face Lil n***a with a bigger Know me young homie? here's money, you wonder now I'll make 2012 with a number Talking that s**t; dont know who they rapping Pause, I say f**k em fast, rabbit I turn the to a maggot pit She appear I wave the David Banner wrist Gettin money, you b****s see me like my mother home She's her dog is back with another bone Hollar for a dollar, to back I hit her right off of twitter, now that I'm face, my network is social Young Money, Money, we coach who coach you Slow up protools with them loco vocals What you know to, don't do, I'm your go-tos, Plot, you try I approach you quiet with the toast too Fire, I smoke you Tie, any man, bear choke you Silence is I go to Violent, in the safe, burner in the car, and the plates, burner on the waist Find the and they solving the case in the place, let is dissolve in his waist I don't give a f**k if your moms and all is in the Get pops, get popped, n***a pop off Get a drop, in the chopped, get in knocked off Glock and it hot, knock ya socks off Get clocked, it tick, get tocked off Block n****s, by the block when its off Swat looking for the yacht is docked off In the spot n****s plot to get bopped, pause And the waps stop then ya top off
[Verse 2: Mill] YMCMB DoubleM G, you me Old school flow like Moe Dee Coastal flow, I low key Make a OT Get a for the low 95 South get a that would go 36 let the b***h get an O I put it in the hood that b***h better In the of summer, do numbers N****s better run from us that, us That Mac-10 with a drummer, they us Tell them n****s run up, get up When that get clappin like Cory Gunz when he rapping That be spitting so fast, and my n****s we platinum And I'm... on the way I'm glow, I put my pressy on 30 thou, a got a Camero Chevy on I go loud the neck give em a heavy one And n****s on me, guess I get my Freddy on Nightmare on you labels I tell em put the dirty on the other table You ever seen a 100 off fiend money That Martin King, I had a dream money I can tell you n****s never seen We sellin white girl, gettin money Aguilera, I'm in the N****s whisper when I come through, I can hear em I know these n****s looking, I see em though My daddy in the grave, I make you em though call me, mister "f**k a n***a" I don't need a ho Cause I got my paper up, its to get my haters up I'm gone!
B***h!
I'm gone!
Double-M G