(That boy Jdolla go crazy) Yeah, ay, uh uh uh uh, yeah, yeah Uh uh uh, we ain't lyin' (Pluto got it knockin', bitch) Yeah, you ain't gettin' money lil' nigga Yeah, you ain't gettin' money lil' nigga Yeah, you ain't gettin' money and racks, nigga Yeah, you ain't gettin' money, gettin' racks, nigga Yeah, uh, racks nigga, yeah You ain't gettin' racks nigga You ain't gettin' racks nigga, yeah Yeah, ay, yeah we gettin' money and cash (Bitch, ha) He ain't gettin' money, gon' crash out She wanna fuck 'cause them racks out Nigga don't do no handouts I flew to the O and took them bands out Ay, that nigga doin' that lackin', he too xanned out Yeah, nigga ain't cuffin' no groupies, these hoes be fanned out Yeah, nigga, I had that stick even at my granny house Yeah, before we made it out Bad lil' bih gon' face me down FN five seven take him down 'K wit' suppressor won't make a sound Forty in the closet gon' take him down Yeah, wit' them new draco rounds I'm [?], niggas wanna play around Yeah, let that nigga play games, leave him on the ground Yeah, right in that lost and found Yeah (Bitch) (Pluto got it knockin', bitch)