Lyrics:

[Intro]
Check 1-2 1-2 bitachhh, smoke something bitch trademark naw tawlkin bout?

Get ya finga out ya booty bitch, get on yo money motherfucker

Its really going down in the southhh, grinding, money over bitchess

[Pimp C]
John Ross, Tony Snow, Sweet Jones I got that work for the low
It’s 17.5 nigga fuck that shit, they 12 right nah got ‘em hot off the pit
I’m fucking with that border nah fuck tha boat
George Clampton let’em come thru so he getting my vote
If the rap game died could you sell cocaine? would you still have a Benz? would you still have a chain?
If I wasn’t a rapper I’d still be a hi capper, black toy in my lapper laying dead for the jackers (unh)
I know DJ Screw (unh) the real DJ Screw (unh) if you was down why the fuck I never seen you? (biyatch)
I seen Fat Pat, I seen 3-2, I seen KeKe at the house but nigga where was you (where was you?)
Missing in action, when I ride by nigga watch ya bitch reaction (I got it)

[Hook]
Top start falling (biyatch) and the bitches start calling (watching girls get buck)
My trunk start banging (biyatch) and my 4’s start crawling (watching girls get buck)
The drank mixed up (biyatch) in the cream soda bottle (watching girls get buck)
When I ride by nigga watch a bitch(biyatch) reaction (watching girls get buck)
Top start falling (biyatch) and the bitches start calling (watching girls get buck)
My trunk start banging (biyatch) and my 4’s start crawling (watching girls get buck)
The drank mixed up (biyatch) in the cream soda bottle (watching girls get buck)
When I ride by nigga watch a bitch(biyatch) reaction (I Got It)

[Lil KeKe]
Slide by slow and get a better reaction cream soda relaxing something like thug passion
They asking, yeah they wanna hear this kinda talk, as soon as the top fall the 4’s begin to walk
Hey, im on that other shit, perforated butter shit
Dippin by bad hoes, but flippin with another bitch
Boppin, 6 – 15’s I got em knockin
Freaks be tryna call, them haters be baller blockin
Brand new pretty jag, 80 was on the tag
Leaving them niggas mad and banging that Pimp Chad
Don Ke, 7-13, the rag matchin, raspberry paint can get a bitch reaction (I got it)

[Hook]

[Killa Kyleon]
(???) frame like I’m from another planet
Black guts red paint got the drop looking satanic
Now I’m sinking in that butter feel like I’m on the titanic
Iceberg’s on my body feel like I’m on the titanic
3 bad bitches so all of my wishes granted
Lisa, Keisha, and Tammy, the black, Caucasian and Spanish
My mission is money getting an getting ‘em out they panties
Cream soda purple drank got it Texas cotton candy
Candy cover my doors, 4’s cover my 4’s
Weed rolled in my swisher, don’t like it cover your nose
G’s cover my clothes, face waist wrist and toes
Not to mention that they the reason that my pockets on swole
Fold money on the regular, kush no regular
OG Bubble, Rolls Royce or that medical
Cup fulla medicine, running threw bottles
Like I’m Flipping king pages, I’m running thru models (I got it)

[Hook]