[Intro: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Come on
Yeah

[Verse 1: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Alright, you like n***as with money, bae, I like you too
I got bitches at my crib and some at the room
I just woke up and I got fifty thousand all blues
Yeah, fuckin' around, I fuck around and make ten every day
You fuck around and wake me up, might snatch a fifty out the bank
She heard a n***a havin' money, now she won't stay up out my face, I had to flee away
I ain't do shit but take my rap money right back to the block
Steady havin' motion like me, I bet that n***a not
Play around, I pulled the trigger 'til that bitch stopped
In the mall with twenty thousand and a switch, I just came here to shop

[Verse 2: OT7 Quanny]
I'm with Glock, we got thirty bad bitches on the bus
Yeah, this bitch pussy good, I be done turned her up
She know I'm the youngest, richest n***a in my fuckin' city (Yop)
Give you million dollars worth of game like I'm Gillie
I'll spend twenty thousand when I'm in Saks
If that bitch leave with me, she never comin' back
Every day, I could wear Dior 'nem
Where you goin'? You can't run from this four pim
The way I shoot this bitch, I could've went to Georgetown
The way I shoot this bitch, I could've went to Georgetown
I done lost count how many n***as we done wiped out
Pussy reach for my chain and it's lights out
I'll pull up lambchop, no, this not no Chevy
If I see an O-P-P, opp—
I'll pull up lambchop, no, this not no Chevy
If I see an O-P-P, turn that n***a to spaghetti (Pussy)
I'll pull up lambchop, no, this not no Chevy
If I see an O-P-P, turn that n***a to spaghetti
[Verse 3: Cash Kidd]
Turn him to spaghetti
Lil' bro gon' pull up Steph for the love like R. Kelly
We got down on your brother, walked him down like an usher
Tried to cake it and got blocked, treat your thot like a punter
I feel like the Waterboy, 'cause this 9 got a stutter
Put an apple on your head like he swallowed a Gusher
Huh, ayy, this shit in me and it's on me just like diarrhea
Made him come up off that jewelry like it got subpoenaed
Strip a pussy for no reason, he got tiny pieces
The Glock'll eye dress a n***a, but I'm not Madea
Bitch, I'm tired of textin', bring that pussy here, I'm tryna see it
Louis overalls like I'm 'bout to scream, "My mama mia"
Almost all the scammers slappin' files, I feel like Johnny Cena
Your bitch tied for second place, one of my finest eaters
Ayy