[Intro: G.T.]
This gon be one on one though
For real
Oh we getting money over here, n***a
(For real)
Ride with us
Ay
(PC Beats)

[Verse 1: G.T.]
She like "what you driving?" it's a Porshe turbo coupe
I left that at the spot, now I'm burning turbo blue
The money got [?] [?] the foreign, it ain't got no roof
I'm swerving serving with the pistol, I know money be the root
She blowing up a n***a line, bae, Imma hit you when I'm through
Some good dope and Quinine, and you turn one brick into two
I need my money C.O.D., cause I can't do no I.O.U. you
And I never run off on a bag, bеcause them boys be quick to shoot
Madе a hundred thousand dollars soon as my day start
I don't make beats, but I can show you how that bass drop
Leaving out my spot with big bags like it's K Mart
We ain't with the tough talk, but you ain't hear this K spark
Headshot a bullseye, but we don't like to play darts
Hopping in that vet, then I push start
How we winning and 'em boys had a head start?
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
[?] switch
Smoke weed in it
Pour some lean [?]
Told her rule number one don't talk about me while I
Bitch, who you think you talking to?
This Andredi, cop a Chevy off a walk through
They wanted it [?] regular so that's why they ain't call you
Stepping on necks professionally, that's what me and my dawg do
My paper stretch like I'm slinging lyrics
Like [?] during the Prohibition
And your hoes know me n***a, [?] quicker
[?] it's really in them
Show us
I got all these chains on me, they say I'm charming money
Make people say anything, from how bad they want it
My house haunted, castle front lawn got two Phantoms on it
We cop the home girl and go she running errands for me
[?]
Eastside