[Intro: Haile]
(Pull up, ShowNProve, like my producer)
I'm all about some money moves, wait

[Chorus: Haile & Kwengface]
We ain't no regular dudes, yeah, yeah
We ain't no regular dudes
Comin' all, smooth
Oh, they heard I got the juice (Got the juice)
I'm about the money moves (Bap-bap-bap, yeah, yeah)
Tell me, ''Pull up'', so I slide
She told me, ''Pull up'', so I slide (Bap-bap-bap)
I told her, ''I'll be there in 5'' (There in 5)
Gelato got me fried
I got money on mind
Yo, look

[Verse 1: Kwengface]
I just put a thousand twenty into rubbеr bands
Man couldn't care about another man
See, I got sweet ones out hеre tryna cuff a man
But I ain't tryna do lover man
Had a little ting for an Asian, can't bring me home 'cause the family's racist
Got my sword in my hand, man's ragin', anythin' in a tracksuit, man shave it
Can't lie I had beef with the tramps
Now I switched up my shit, got beef with the bank
Just 'cause a man see me with plaits
Still grip on a mash, go squeeze for the gang
No jutsu, weave in my hands
No strings, man beat then I dash
This wag ain't creepin' on man
Pornstar sex got her leavin' her man
Look, how many man been did-in? '018 it was nothin' but drillings
Or I was in the ends with the powerplants, had a man feelin' like Burns and Smithers
Sweet one tryna hang with the killers 'cause she know we're the realist
And nah, I won't wear that shit if it ain't Trapstar, SG or the Rea1ist
[Chorus: Haile]
We ain't no regular dudes, yeah, yeah
We ain't no regular dudes
Comin' all, smooth
Oh, they heard I got the juice (Got the juice)
I'm about the money moves (Bap-bap-bap) (Yeah, yeah)
Tell me, ''Pull up'', so I slide
She told me, ''Pull up'', so I slide (Bap-bap-bap)
I told her, ''I'll be there in 5'' (There in 5)
Gelato got me fried
I got money on mind

[Verse 2: Haile & Kwengface]
The West side winnin', got no bringin', phone line ringin' (Phone line ringin')
I kick and bill it
This ain't no drip, but come through swimmin'
Anythin' opp, man drill it, same way, anythin' opp, man bill it
I just spent five racks in Harrods, uptown sauce, man spillin'
Juggin' on the D-low
District's got a reload
I call this the G-throw, ooh, ooh, ohh-ooh-ooh
If I pull out in a blacked-out coupe
I'm gonna let that shoot
Back this blicky and things get sticky, no grizzy, I make a man move
Pull up to the party
I'm with all my chargies, we don't like the federaly
Ooh, ooh, ohh-ooh-ooh
Man pulled up to the rave with my army and now I'm tryna lock this party
Two hands on a mash, get clarty
Air that, man do you and your dargy
[Chorus: Haile]
We ain't no regular dudes, yeah, yeah
We ain't no regular dudes
Comin' all, smooth
Oh, they heard I got the juice (Got the juice)
I'm about the money moves (Bap-bap-bap, yeah, yeah)
Tell me, ''Pull up'', so I slide
She told me, ''Pull up'', so I slide (Bap-bap-bap)
I told her, ''I'll be there in 5'' (There in 5)
Gelato got me fried
I got money on mind