[Chorus: Yung Mal]
I pour muddy in my cup, I mix it up, up
My backwood stuffed with that cookie, roll it up, up
I'm on addy, I stay up
Half a milli, count it up
LV hold my britches up
He want some smoke, we pulling up
That lil bitty cash, put it up
Got so many bags, prices up
I got your bitch in the spot going up
She suck that dick and I make her throw up, up
We hit the club, throw it up
I need a ten or I won't show up
Count the front and the back end up
Then me and Lil Quill split it up

[Verse 1: Lil Quill]
We get the back end, we split it up
We get 'em in, get 'em out, back to back, do it franticly
I spent some racks on the whip, no I didn't get it easily
Don't come to my crib just to chill, ain't no teasing me
VVS on my neck and it's wet, these is seventeen
I cut him off 'cause he did not pay up like [?]
Think about running off on the lord, I'll rip your [?]
Ain't giving head, you gotta get out the facility
As long as I'm here I'ma stack this shit up 'til infinity
Top back on the Beam, we don't do the Infiniti
I was just broke and they didn't show a n***a no sympathy
I was strapped up in the street, I didn't make it to chemistry
All of my n***as, shared me a tip 'bout the memory
Motherfuck the judge, free all my n***as with felonies
We goin' up to the top like a fucking beat
Push start the whip, I do not need no fucking key
[Chorus: Yung Mal]
I pour muddy in my cup, I mix it up, up
My backwood stuffed with that cookie, roll it up, up
I'm on addy, I stay up
Half a milli, count it up
LV hold my britches up
He want some smoke, we pulling up
That lil bitty cash, put it up
Got so many bags, prices up
I got your bitch in the spot going up
She suck that dick and I make her throw up, up
We hit the club, throw it up
I need a ten or I won't show up
Count the front and the back end up
Then me and Lil Quill split it up

[Verse 2: Yung Mal]
We get the back end, split that shit up
We go to Saks for the front end up
Thumb through that cash 'til my fingers swell up
Six in the morning, a n***a still up
Make your bitch suck that dick 'til the bitch throw up
At the top of the pent, n***a gotta live up
I was down on my dick, now a young n***a up
All these hundreds and fifties, it's hard to give up, yeah
I pour muddy in my cup, I mix it up, up
If you owe me just pay up
I helped my whoadie shot it up, up
My young n***as up
They get the cash and they throw this shit up
When the cameras start flashing
Throw the 1'5 up and then hold that shit up
[Chorus: Yung Mal]
I pour muddy in my cup, I mix it up, up
My backwood stuffed with that cookie, roll it up, up
I'm on addy, I stay up
Half a milli, count it up
LV hold my britches up
He want some smoke, we pulling up
That lil bitty cash, put it up
Got so many bags, prices up
I got your bitch in the spot going up
She suck that dick and I make her throw up, up
We hit the club, throw it up
I need a ten or I won't show up
Count the front and the back end up
Then me and Lil Quill split it up