[Intro: Young Scooter]
Zaytoven
Yeah, I don't really fuck with too many producers like that man
Zaytiggy man

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Zaytiggy so goddamn hard he make the beat cry
These pussy n***a foldin' and I see why
Seen producers sell their soul for a couple M's
Jugg millions out the spot with t-shirts & timbs
Zaytiggy times Street, that equal calculation
I got the same shit these rappers got that's why they hatin'
But I ain't got no deal, the street's the only way to make it
When you win bring your n***as in on the paper

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
When you in bring your n***as in, don't be greedy
Cause these rappers have you wondering more shit than Stevie
Thе neighborhood got hot, we moved thе trap to Believeland
Cleveland with the slimes juggin' all season (Slatt)
Count two million dollar cash yeah I know the feeling
N***a got caught with a pound of gas, pussy start squealin'
Rob a n***a without a mask, I'm the finesse god
Crack baby n***a, so I was born a trap god

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Zaytiggy so goddamn hard he make the beat cry
These pussy n***a foldin' and I see why
Seen producers sell their soul for a couple M's
Jugg millions out the spot with t-shirts & timbs
Zaytiggy times Street, that equal calculation
I got the same shit these rappers got that's why they hatin'
But I ain't got no deal, the street's the only way to make it
When you win bring your n***as in on the paper
[Verse 2: Young Scooter]
The beat cryin', the streets dyin' and these rappers lyin'
It's on me to come and save the streets every time
Cut a lot of producers off cause they fucking fake
That's why I fuck with Zay and Chophouze Jay
It's a hard naughty life but I ain't talking J
I got dealers on soft white each and every day
Oh yeah your music hard, but you in the way
Cause you ain't talking money, I don't wanna hear shit you got to say

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Zaytiggy so goddamn hard he make the beat cry
These pussy n***as foldin' and I see why
Seen producers sell their soul for a couple M's
Jugg millions out the spot with t-shirts & timbs
Zaytiggy times Street, that equal calculation
I got the same shit these rappers got that's why they hatin'
But I ain't got no deal, the street's the only way to make it
When you win bring your n***as in on the paper

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
Swerve outside, hit the garage
Bust his fuckin' coconut till it's Pina Colada
In the A with two bitches, that's a fuckin ménage
N***a think he wanna gamble this not the Mirage
Sending bullet after bullet that's a fuckin' barrage
Dealer bitch have a mail so I call a mélage
Bitch I'm like a contractor I got so many rugs
Tell a n***a cool down 'fore you break so many hearts
Cool n***a sittin' on foreigns, damn, that's so many cars
Who them n***as steady lyin', man, they fuckin' flodge?
Enough ice on my body for a skiin' lodge
We gon' bring it to your house, call us p-pie
Catch you at your hotel and pull your keycard
How you kick it? Bitch, I kick it just like FIFA
Had to stop going to courts smellin' like reefer
And I keep a low pole, so I can reach ya
[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Zaytiggy so goddamn hard he make the beat cry
These pussy n***as foldin' and I see why
Seen producers sell their soul for a couple M's
Jugg millions out the spot with t-shirts & timbs
Zaytiggy times Street, that equal calculation
I got the same shit these rappers got that's why they hatin'
But I ain't got no deal, the street's the only way to make it
When you win bring your n***as in on the paper