[Intro]
(Heero)
(Oh, that's a whole lotta money right there)

[Verse 1: Fredo Bang]
Mm, leavin' with my dirt, I'll never dig it up
Seen some rainy days, every other dollar, I tried to save it up
The way that we was raised, you could pray to God, you still gotta keep it tucked
I can't see no evil, all these bodies done fucked my vision up
Hmm, I thank God for my kids
When I think about my dogs, I wan' split a n***a wig
I got killers in the hood, can't change they mind or how they feel
They been spinnin' they whole life, it's hard to change how they live
Huh, n***as know we spinnin' 'round this bitch
He hop on Live to sing a diss, we pull up tryna change the pitch
You know thе 7.62s'll leave a hole big as a fish
Switch on thе AR like a farm, but this bitch here could cut a click
I know gangsters with no hustle, could pay they rent, they killin' shit
I try to act like I can't feel, I still drop tears about this shit
My dog killer dead, wish I could still shoot him in his shit
I know my aim good, I still pray when I shoot that I don't miss
Yeah, tell them bitches line it up
Think it's sweet, then try your luck
Loose ends, we tie 'em up
Like collared shirts, we clutchin' buttons
I'll pop your top just like a can of Crush
Knock him off his feet, he kick up dirt, who next to bite the dust?
[Chorus: Fredo Bang]
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you need
Every time a n***a play, we make them bitches bleed
N***a must've gone crazy, talkin' 'bout smokin' me
Put his soul up in the air, he blowin' with the leaves
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Every day of the week, I be clutchin', come fuck with somethin'
Yeah, huh
Tell them bitches I stay ready

[Verse 2: TEC]
Really put that bitch up on his partner, go ask homicide
Favorite gun the yopper, keep it cocked like TG Kommas' eye (Bitch, come here)
Tryna catch the wave and drop like five, bitch, it's summertime
He layin' in a pool of blood, blew all the dreads off that bomboclat
This that make 'em jump back on the porch shit (Porch shit)
Put him on everybody shirt, now he important (Now he important)
This one for Lil Corden, I don't know where remorse went
Roll him up and torch him, we put holes in him like Forces
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
On the way to his 9-to-5, left him in the driveway
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
I drop a thirty on his gang and they gon' split it five ways

[Chorus: Fredo Bang & B.G.]
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you need
Every time a n***a play, we make them bitches bleed
N***a must've gone crazy, talkin' 'bout smokin' me
Put his soul up in the air, he blowin' with the leaves
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Every day of the week, I be clutchin', come fuck with somethin'
Ooh, yeah
Tell them bitches I stay ready
[Verse 3: B.G.]
Gizzle ready for whatever, walk a n***a down (Down)
When I pull up in your city, know a boss in town (Town)
When I pull up in your city, yeah, to haunt your town (I'm here)
N***as don't really want no smoke, they just be talkin' loud (Pussy)
Uptown livin' legend, certified stepper (Stepper)
Cynthia first son, I'm a born killer (Killer)
Number-one Hot Boy, been a real n***a (Bitch)
I ain't from Pittsburgh, but I love that steel, n***a
I'm everything these n***as ain't, what they wish they was (Wish)
Playin' with me what your homie body missin' for (Missin')
Nine figures, yeah, that's what I'm on a mission for (I'm on a mission)
Sucker n***as in the way, that's what I'm trippin' for

[Chorus: Fredo Bang]
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you need
Every time a n***a play, we make them bitches bleed
N***a must've gone crazy, talkin' 'bout smokin' me
Put his soul up in the air, he blowin' with the leaves
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Every day of the week, I be clutchin', come fuck with somethin'
Yeah, huh
Tell them bitches I stay ready