[Intro: Lil Keed]
(Zaytoven)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
God damn, I couldn't even breathe just then

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
I spend that money
Shots at her bonnet
RIP London
I'm gettin' some hunnids
I beat that backend
I'm gonna back in
I got your freak ho, yeah, come on and tag in
Your main ho gave top, Gucci flip-flops
I got baby forty on me, shit, I pop shots
Got slimes that pop locks
Yeah, fuckin' these thots
I just hopped on a G5 with a G5, you know what I'm sayin'?
Let's go, let's go

[Verse 1: DYN Finesse]
Cali' n***as that get money woah (Finesse)
DYN, they come and snatch your soul (DYN)
You know we're never worried about so and so (Slime)
Gonna slime a n***a that's stealin' from me [?] (Slatt)
Yeah, DYN fuckin' all these n***a hoes (DYN)
Stack the hundreds up to the motherfuckin' O (Yeah)
Fake ass n***as DYN gonna expose (Yeah)
DYN [?] (Oh yeah)
It's never been a worry
Stayed down, run the racks up in a hurry
We're now signin' shit, now he cannot get discouraged
Why you actin' gangster when you know that you nerdy?
Bitch, I'm on a xan, movin' slower than a turtle
She told me take it easy, but you know I would not hurt her
Ain't even do it, y'all just sit here with no purpose
Pass me the water 'cause you know these bitches thirsty
When they say I'm dirty, bitch, I'm dirty than ever
You know Slug, that's my twin, know he slimy as ever
N***as actin' like they hard but they softer than ever
DYN think smart, bitch, you know I'm too clever
Slatt, slatt, slatt, take her shit, won't get it back
[?] n***a in the city, that's a fact (DYN)
Shawty run it up, uh, ask my tat
Can I pull up on Kanye if I ain't step back? Woah (Facts)
[Chorus: Lil Keed]
I spend that money
Shots at her bonnet
RIP London
I'm gettin' some hunnids
I beat that backend
I'm gonna back in
I got your freak ho, yeah, come on and tag in
Your main ho gave top, Gucci flip-flops
I got baby forty on me, shit, I pop shots
Got slimes that pop locks
Yeah, fuckin' these thots
I just hopped on a G5 with a G5, you know what I'm sayin'?
Let's go, let's go

[Verse 2: Lil Gotit]
I'll be the one drop the bag on the opps
Y'all be the quicker ones that call the cops
Ain't sweet 'cause your lil' bitch gettin' dropped
Scat pack, yeah, pay tag on them [?]
Give your ass a high fade just like Barber
Teach a lesson, I'll spank, spank that boy
No stylist, drip all season
Yeah, I'm comin' 'round, I been flexin' on them birds
Soon I pop my shit, they thinkin' I'm wrong
Keep 'em comin' beggin' for money like goons
On a bootron, on the bullshit, just leave me alone
Had a Hublot at nineteen then copped a two tone
I'm a drippy lil 'bastard and I be runnin' that Ghost like I'm Casper
Yeah, I'm shittin' on these fuck ass n***as, I need some pampers
You n***as too funny, remind me of Adam Sandler
I'm fuckin' a n***a bitch, yeah, why I'm pulled up on [?]
[Chorus: Lil Keed]
I spend that money
Shots at her bonnet
RIP London
I'm gettin' some hunnids
I beat that backend
I'm gonna back in
I got your freak ho, yeah, come on and tag in
Your main ho gave top, Gucci flip-flops
I got baby forty on me, shit, I pop shots
Got slimes that pop locks
Yeah, fuckin' these thots
I just hopped on a G5 with a G5, you know what I'm sayin'?
Let's go, let's go