[Verse 1: Mamba Cinco]
I got a bitch from the projects
She sipping high tech [?]
Give her some cash on her shopping, [?] wallet, and she bought me back [?]
I keep a steal for the nonsense, catch an opp, pop shit, hit him [?]
[?] gold like a pirate, haters make me sick like virous

[Verse 2: PnB Rock]
I got a bitch in Manhattan, she into fashion
[?] but I like her accent
[?] catch me in traffic, I'm never lacking
Bust him up, we 'bout that action
[?] the army, get smoked if you try to run up on me
I feel like Sosa, you Tony
You a worker, I'm a boss, you can't clone me

[Verse 3: Mamba Cinco]
I fuck that bitch and her mom too
Stand on my cash, I'm like 9/2
They see that cash and they like [?]
VVS shining, might blind you
I likе my cash in big portions
I had a foursome with some girls and they wеre Gorgeous
Sware I didn't have to forse them, I feel important
Kick an opp [?] porshes
[Verse 4: PnB Rock]
[?] chopper go [?]
[?] top go back
[?] hundred on [?]
[?] Uber, had to hop on a jet
Like [?]
Straight to them bands when I touchdown
Broke n***as mad, 'cause I'm up now
All these bad bitches wanna fuck now
They see a young n***a with a bust down

[Verse 5: Mamba Cinco]
All the bad hoes, I done slaied that
When you get money, they hate that
Yeah, we got the drop where you stay at
Keep a [?] K like [?]
Catch an opp, turn a n***a [?]
I'ma send shots where your face at
[?] right back
Rock put me up in the Maybach

[Verse 6: PnB Rock]
BD's on me, shiney
My bitch want Chanel, no CC
All these new rappers wanna be me
Smoking on opps, [?] mack with the red dot
Bullets coming straight at your head top
Fuck your vest, bitch, we giving out headshots
Fuck if the feds watch
[Verse 7: Mamba Cinco]
I got a bitch from Miami, listen to City Girls, so the bitch think she fancy
[?] think that I'm handsome, she suck my dick, ride around in the back of the phantom
That bitch, she love me off xannies, everytime we fuck, that bitch, she tryna take advantage
[?] standing, I keep a chopper on me, motherfucker [?]

[Verse 8: Pnb Rock]
I got a bitch out in London, tell her I'm coming, that bitch know how I'm bumming
We count them 50's and hundreds, got that bitch running
I put that dick in her stomach
We treat that beef like it's nothing
We mix it up like an onion
Cinco say shoot and I'm busting
Bitch, that's my brother, my slime, my bousin