(Damn, JakeSand) (Rado) (Come on) Yeah This real money, it ain't gon' cost to get you bagged up I'm in the spaceship, the only reason that we ain't flyin' 'cause I'm baggin' up Bro in the 'Cat, he hit the gas and fucked the streets up She gave me neck, I put her out and threw my peace up I'm right back to the hood, the money callin', it's my money phone These hoes love a rich nigga until his money gone I like when that money counter goin' nuts, that's my favorite song I'm just thumbin' through them hundreds tryna sing along Me and brodie facin' eighths, we look like Cheech and Chong Loose leafs and slap woods, y'all can keep the bongs Make a bitch talk to the hand like she readin' pong Fuck a wintertime grind, this hustle four seasons long All these puppies in the kitchen, you would think we breedin' dog Should I put the smackdown on it? Should I leave it raw? Feel like I done heard everything, I done seen it all Second that I bust a nut the moment that I peep her flaws Yeah Tron dodgin' fans, I'm in the hood dodgin' the law Told me to meet him in LA, I'm tryna get the bag off Matter fact, I'm finna grab fifty bags, Zack Raldolph Tron crazy, got a new plug on the drank, then he ran off Nigga, I face big blunts, pull my own stunts Me and Tron in the SRT pourin' fours up Before rappin', I was on the coin loadin' up You hang with me, then bring a Band-Aid, bitch, I'm really cut I was taught you touch a hundred, put a fifty up Have you ever seen a sixty off a giffy run? Bitch act like she a hundred, got her titties done Put a switchy on the pistol, turned it to a mini gun First time I seen a bag, I had to get me one Pop out, make the cat walk, hoppin', watch the kitty run All that actin' like you Tron, you just Jimmy son Every time you see me blow a cloud, I got hippie lungs Come on You see that button on the back, you hit it once and it start stutterin' I just used her to suck my dick and you be lovin' her You the type of nigga fuck a rap bitch Then come and get the 'bows sent from Cali and the pills from Canada We left the club, they sweepin' money off the floor, call the janitor That was after we had fucked the club up, I know they mad at us Made a mistake and dropped an eight in one pop Weed so strong, this the kind of shit that'll blow you out your socks Your bitch blew me out of mines I'm a steak hibachi guy, my bitch eat sushi when we dine You would think it's Nick at Nite, I shot a movie with my slime You would think it's GTA, I shoot the Uzi while I drive Ask the plug his ETA, I'm gettin' moody without za Pop thicker than a Snickers, made a smoothie with the Wock' Cops askin' if I'm smokin' on a doobie, it's a prop I ain't askin' roolie, nah, you just a goofy if we opps, ShittyBoyz